I’m a fleshy camera

Dangling on an optic nerve

Hanging from the eye socket

Of a dying soldier

Memories are flashing

As I, eye, or we lie here

Surrounded by blurry flashes

And blurry figures rushing around

Eye am fading away

Memories of the last few months

Are also flashing before me. Us

Fear. I have seen true fear

Others moments before meeting

My currently unfolding situation

Starvation. Desperate eyes

Sunken in emaciated faces

These were the ‘survivors’

Mostly women in towns we’d won back

The men were all gone

Friend and foe

But the survivors bellies were swollen

With the evidence of what happened

The memories of dead men. Growing

So many impending births

Born of chaos and death

Sad, sunken faces

Full of shame, pain

And lost innocence

The Horror Of War