Heads of three bowed in reverence,

Before the white marble stone.

Seraphim’s danced on invisible waves

As they ushered a fallen solider home.

The bugler played his mournful tune,

Tapping out his duties sound,

As they lowered yet another one

Gently into the ground.

The fields still smolder where

The last one fell. While smoke

And ash rise skyward in their

Assent from hell.

Muffled screams amidst mournful cries

Echo throughout the valley

As another comrade dies.

A time of war that knows no peace,

Is what remains of our humanity.

J. Allen Wilson 2003

~Peace~ Is The Answer