Battles
The battles ended long ago with no peace won.
Lifeless soldiers buried neatly in the sun.
Stars and crosses left to mark the empty space.
Where lust consumed the last of love's embrace.
Entered in Mark Toney contest "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 11" 2/12/2019
Taken from "Sewing Machine" 10/23/2018, for the Rithimus Divisa 3 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2020
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