All the signs were there

Long ago shadows of fallen soldiers

on wearied knees, hands folded in prayer

Night, the silent snow on an empty field smolders

infernal red dawn marked the site of terrible affairs

never forget transformations they were forced to shoulder

photo: Flickr/Icm1863



prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/Write 31 Days, WP Daily Post, #StartAFire