The Dead Tell No Tales

All of the tombstones
They were perfectly aligned
They were weathered bone-white
Like desert bleached bones
The grass was perfectly green
Evenly mowed
It is all a lie

For all the men interred there
Did not die in perfection
All the foolish plans of decorated generals
Are uncovered in shameful nakedness

In the midst of
Bullets and bombs
Screams and horror

dg


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