Not a Battle

Not a battle but a slaughter
Limbs and pieces
Scattered across the field
In careless piles
While the survivors endure,
Slashed but standing,
Leafless and deformed,
As the attackers move on.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: