War is hell and battles
Are ****** and hard
Whether in flander's fields
Or spiritual plains,
As I sit scrubbing ocre
From my sword's flanks
Lest it's vitriol pit
My blade
I test the edge and run
An oilstone along to
Finesse away dullness,
And look around
At a post martial landscape
Littered with scorched scars Where demons were,
And shell holes whence
Came criticism and ungrateful
Viciousness and suspicion,
And realise for the ten Thousandth time
There is no victory in valour,
Nor glory in a battle won,
Just a grubby pause before
The next attack
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 4:17 AM UTC
War is hell and battles
Are ****** and hard
Whether in flander's fields
Or spiritual plains,
As I sit scrubbing ocre
From my sword's flanks
Lest it's vitriol pit
My blade
I test the edge and run
An oilstone along to
Finesse away dullness,
And look around
At a post martial landscape
Littered with scorched scars Where demons were,
And shell holes whence
Came criticism and ungrateful
Viciousness and suspicion,
And realise for the ten Thousandth time
There is no victory in valour,
Nor glory in a battle won,
Just a grubby pause before
The next attack
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