forgotten wars by Donald Pastures
Overgrown trenches Re-laced with wire Burnt out metallic shells Their cores glow anew Spent casings Clicking into dusty mags Slotted into rusty chambers Skeletal hands Grasping tarnished instruments Sounding shrieks and flats Of melodies long forgotten Withered commanders Pitching moth-eaten tents Tracing wrinkled and torn maps Plotting ancient rebukes Against the next generation of souls Resting in their new homes That long since changed their goals Atop withered battlements
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