War’s acreage is my domain. On the battlefield I count my slain. Every direction is mine to see, Yet one espies more carnage than me. My eyes, ever colorblind look. When I’m gone is the conflict forsook? What am I?
Thoughts from the Silent Planet
poetry, prose, and various thoughts
War’s acreage is my domain. On the battlefield I count my slain. Every direction is mine to see, Yet one espies more carnage than me. My eyes, ever colorblind look. When I’m gone is the conflict forsook? What am I?