At eleven in the morning, the guns ceased
Oppressors and liberators unite momentarily
Marking the ending of the Great War
Burnt-out, rusting carcasses of battle machines
Left to rot in the forests and on the plains
Processions of the slack-jawed, empty-eyed dead
Fill the scarred roads of Belgium in carts and trucks
Heading for a final resting place
Peace, at last
Peace, at last
The unadorned, muddied field
Swallows them up dispassionately
One shovelful at a time
While the silent seeds watch patiently
Waiting to pay their respects
With a scarlet carpet of tribute
That cannot be matched by man
About the Creator
Tina D'Angelo
I am a 70-year-old grandmother, who began my writing career in 2022. Since then I have published 6 books, all available on Barnes and Noble or Amazon.
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