He sees the violent death before him,
The tears of hate and pain,
The reason is not known to him.
Desolate landscape,
Hole
Trench
Crater.
Bodies, friends, comrades, enemy
The same in death.
He walks.
He passes trees, stripped of leaves
He passes the ground, dry, barren
He passes machines, for destruction
Destroyed, themselves.
He hears, no birds cry, upon the wind
He hears, sounds of battle, continuous
He hears
cries, for help, for home, for death.
He waits.
Rain, desolate landscape turned mud,
Storms.
He waits.
Light, shining from afar.
He waits.
He waits for the reason, Why?
He waits, and thinks.
Waits
For Eternity
