Battlefields All

With no man’s land before you

Eyes measure time in the trenches

Where mud and waste share contentment

Giving shelter for another drowning

Atop and beyond

Obstacles block vision

Amidst spiraling barbs

Where flesh and uniform once hooked

Now but recreation for ants

And wanderlust

 maggots

Hearts beat silent

Here in man’s wars of plenty

This place of perpetual aggression

Where resurrected endings continue passive

Astride injury’s crimson mist

Beyond any beginning or end

Trusting only past scars

Carried beneath bloodied faces

Awaiting another stumbling sprint

Drifts the smoke knowing too well

Its smoldering ruins