Thundering dust-ups
Flash and flair through the dark
A devilish shrieking
With its faithful, pursuant blast
Never failing
Never far behind

From jagged craters
Heroes defiantly emerge
Where many more
Were furiously consumed
Cut down in a blurred frenzy of war

Too many succumb
Pressed forward by the bugle’s call
For the whistling eagles
That glide above carnage
Answering black plumes
Fulfilling each troubled morn

Too few, inquire
What for?
Too few
Reclaim their homes
Blissfully untouched
Unfeeling and unafraid