What I Didn't Know

Fog creeps onto the horizon 

Blind fingers pull triggers 

Bullets shower pained hatred

The soldier does not know

The other

Who exists opposite 

Of her blind fingers  

Fog creeps onto the ground

Automatic feet march forward 

Shells rain eternal darkness

The soldier does not know

The glory

Which exists not

In death by blind fingers 

Fog creeps in the trenches

Bloody hands swing sightless

Tanks storm red seas 

The soldier does not know

The fear

That exists cajoling

To whisper in her ear 

Fog creeps up his leg

Living eyes misting red

Breathing throats tighten 

Like a broken winged bird

That cannot fly

She will die 

The soldier did not know.