there is a moment
after papers are signed and speeches are given
and soldiers exchange their guns
for beers and plane tickets home
and where mother’s tears landed
fields of flowers begin to grow
and man climbs off his bloodied knees, finding balance again
and letters are no longer written as wills
and the growls of bombs that shook the world
stay their thunderous breath
and the earth swallows what man has let fall
and mountains sprout where battlefields lay
there is a moment
of stillness
a quiet lull
where man sees himself
and the mess he has made