upon that ghostly domain
soldiers thrust out upon in waves
left to die face down
and drown and drown the days
even after breath has passed
foul tide and stench has raised
the war sounds rise
to cover the noise
of the dead the dying and injured stead
can the shore open forth and then absorb
the horror of the last moments of men
boys, men soldiers sent in
thrown against the walls of iron cross
with pure luck and harsh determined lock
who might stand at last
who might retain humanity,
bound forever within these sands
of the sights, the sounds, the thoughts
of this calamity at hand – of man.

notes… this one was written after I saw Dunkirk but mostly I was thinking about Normandy, but war is war, the same applies whether the line is on a beach or a street, war is as old as humanity, sometimes there is no choice, but there is always a price. (plus I am an old school metal head who grew up on slayer so… there is that…)