Written for the Poetic Bloomings 11/10/13 prompt: Heroes Proved
The headstones stand in solemn rows
engraved with histories concise,
where futures came to decompose,
where freedom paid a humbling price.
The silence in the air is striking
yet standing here, one hears the sounds
of worn out boots patrolling, hiking,
of rifle shots and mortar rounds.
The air is thick with smells of battle,
bullets fired, flowing blood.
Caving to mortality’s rattle,
heroes drowned in combat’s flood.
The headstones stand in solemn lines
engraved with histories concise.
A quiet place of sacred shrines
to those who made the sacrifice.
© Susan Schoeffield