Watchtower Argonne Forest
the edges still sharp,to slash and dismember
wasted lives? or noble ends?-innocent victims,lay staring
in wonder..
troubled minds go over the edge,fall to the ground, and
are torn asunder....
battle weary patriots,in blood stained uniforms...
trading death with the enemy,in the volleying cannon
storms...
noble lives, with wasted ends-fates are controlled by
impersonal friends..
fragile lives,hang on delicate threads...
woven through hell-and cut short.
charging towards,the battlefront,..attacking underfire
injured soldiers in the aftermath,waiting in pain,to die!
