Many of them carry wounds,

all of them carry scars hidden,

walking among us as ghosts:

the living dead from another time.

 

March they do with no order,

just moving through the day

they pray will come and go

without  terror’s awful legacy.

 

Many of them are silent for

no words can form that cover

all that needs to be said but lays

buried instead in the battlefield.

 

23/1/2022