The wane of thunder
The wither of shell shock
Taking flight from the valleys
And burrowing into the wooded hillsides

Ever slightly
Passing from this world
So delicately shrinking
As the flash and flair
Fold and perish

Farewell, to the dreary mist of war
So cruel to recover
Time after time

Piled generations
Deplore your generous crimes
Shared among the masses
In a single mechanized swoop

The salvos peter out
And tranquility creeps
A somber tranquility
Spawned for mournful reverence

Shock and awe
Have long decayed
Into pastures of the innocent
Strewn without a care