There
On the vast and empty plain
Stand the armies of all domain.
There
Poised in concentration,
They rage with expectation
To strike death on provocation.
There
Raised high above the heads of soldiers steady,
Edges of sharpened stone gleam poised and ready.
There
Under blazing sun,
Their hair matted with decay,
Their breath remains unchanged.
There
The armies inspect their enemy
And await fierce attack patiently.
There
They hold place
And stare into the face
Of most certain fate.
There
Adorned in suits of grass and shields of hay,
Armor of mud and jewels of clay,
The armies stand under gleaming sun
On the vast and empty plain.
There
Their arms raised in attack,
Their skeletal bodies stand
With stakes at their backs.
There
The armies lay waste
Forever unchanged.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
