Senseless Sensibilities
Air escapes from each inlet
As the deadliest battle strikes
In shallow trenches perched
On a hill of limestone and silt
Red dew drops dot the sand
As armoured bodies fell
Deaf mute and lifeless
Their earthly spirits glide
Eyes clear and wide
Each inlet opens up
To the vantage point of light
Of angst and scars
Beneath unfamiliar kaleidoscope
Of senseless sensibilities
In battlefields alike
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