there is no peace
that we fight to create.
with arms of flesh
we must be bound,
one to another;
no fire, no blade, no tongue
nor hate to harm.
do not fallen comrades and enemies,
newborns desperate, crying
the first of arid tears,
and that enduring promise of hell
(Our creation/ God given/ Devil brought)
perhaps the dead are fortunate
for their absence from the frontlines.
life this way leaves no one safe or human.