War Fog by Bill Abbott

War Fog
Bill Abbott

As the blood drained off the edges of the fields,
we danced on the dead,
proclaiming victory at the end of the fight
between the forces of good and evil,
knowing which side we were, as the winners.

The explosions were glorious; the war dances,
sublime. We brought them all down, gave up
our casualties to the greater good, claimed
acceptable losses.

The smoke cleared in the field, the sun shone
through, and the helicopters chose that moment
to descend, guns no longer quiet.

At the end of the world, there was no shortage
of bodies. There was no shortage of angels,
shaped like ravens, leading us all back home.

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