Only bullets fly across these fields

Shellbursts are the clouds in the sky

Below death stalks the living

Choosing who will die.

The earth lies shattered

The sky is rent

Bodies are strewn

Butchered and bent.

 

Another clash, another rout,

Men hide in holes

Death seeks them out.

Tonight only the bullets fly

Death will guide their mark

To tear through flesh

And lodge in hearts

Of  the loved ones

Who grieve and cry.