It is a poem that was assigned for a class. The assignment was to write a poem Walt Whitman style, and having to do with war. I can't show it to you, but hopefully the poem conveys the image well enough. And unfettered breezes graze my skin. A glance heavenward and the stars have stopped in their endless rotation.
Time is frozen.
Tattered bodies lie deep in the embrace of the earth, The agony, loss, and longing painted on their young faces Long rotted into dust. A futile cry to a forgotten god resounds in my memory, Fades to a murmuring echo. The chiming of larks, sweet and melodious, And the languid, intoxicating smell of violet wisteria Coax my mind into the crystalline matrix of the past. My eyes and mouth burn Invaded by air, close and stifling, With the spray of blood and screams of men. Blackness is shattered by flashing blooms of orange and red, Screaming blast searing body and soul alike.