Voice

They fell

Figures splayed

Their shell-dust

Dredged each end of age

Deep, the human crush. Each face

Luminous, cries embossed

In honours pale, a page...

Self sacrificial sunspots played

A strewn eclipse to broken sky

The men to not return again.

 Tears taut in each terrestrial eye.

Each body burned bewildered ground

Embers craft on cratered cheek

The moon’s sedimentary oceans

Wavered

Boy’s blood induced her scarlet weep.

And there whistled waning on the wind

The wish to see the sun again

The lights sieve of civilities

Shone in sanguine scars of moral men.

Congealed memories in time displaying

Mere figures, numbers, names, but hopes

Embedded in still in voice, in spirit

Speaks in soldiers names upon the stone.