Somewhere On The Battlefield

Leaving the commander’s tent,

I saw the first green life

I have seen in a long while.

A flower:

Green and brown and seeped in death.

I had to stop and wonder

at it

and the meaning . . .

In the midst of this war

We have nothing but hope left

[Possibilities were gone months ago

Our chances before that].

And now, is even our hope

tinged with death?

Are there no flowers

vibrant in the breath of life?

 . . .

Yet we will cling

and cling hard

to our hopes

and our dreams

and our future

because even tinged with death,

A ray of hope can always be found

somewhere on the battlefield

The End

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