Last night
I dreamed of war.
The choppers buzzed
like mad whirring insects,
the ****** exploded
like hell's own fire,
the wounded screamed
like tortured babies,
the dying begged me
to tell them why
and I couldn't
because there is
no why in war,
no moral, no reason.
Waking, I dream
of dreams of peace
that will never arrive.
"Only the dead
know the end of war."
- mce