They lie in silence
Beneath a clover carpet
In the shadows long
White marble markers
Inscribed in absence
Placid plots replacing
Entrenchments made
No longer do rounds echo
The whizz of death
The thunder of terror
Now formed up
In ordered rows and ranks
Perpetual prone formation
No shouts or screams
No pain or panic near
The ordered gardens
Cover the chaos
That once swept over
Demanding offerings
Sacrificed to war