Faye Sizemore

BATTLE SOUNDS

In the clearing after the storm came
He looks around to see if all is the same

No craters blown in the ground
Neither are bodies strewn around

It’s not what he has expected to see
He’s not where he thought he’d be

When will this all come to an end
Thirty-three years up around the bend

That wasn’t time enough to heal
The lightening removes the seal

Again in the thunder it’s so real
He hears artillery in every peal

The thunderstorm now has abated
Taking the sounds he has long hated

For the sounds of dying and of war
Are going to haunt him forevermore