They come to me, their pleas
Caked in dry and dirty blood
Sometimes pulsing pooling
Their living libations
Sacrificed to god of war
Trickling and ticking time
And now facing final foe
Ashen grey they grow
Listless and eyes lusterless
Gasping hand and cloak
As if to cheat their feeble fate
Cries for mom and mercy
No glorious martyrdom
No hymn, no commendation
Gasping rattles turn silent
Humility my lone companion
Soiled hands in sudden death
Thoughts yet racing
Did I fail them in living?
Did they fail me in dying?
A mortal man bewildered
Cast adrift, alone
Lost amid a boundless sea
Bobbing to and froe endlessly
Surrounded by life giving waters
Unable to partake, not a drop
That unquenchable thirst
They have had their fill
The dead know no pain
Only the living stay to suffer
Still surviving to serve keeps me
Amid the tiny hours of morn
A quiet world, too late
It is a refuge and arena
Between memory and thought
Here, there is the court
Where judge and jury rule
But verdict is of self
Come into a mirror's view
In the day's dawning light
Showing mortal defects
Scars and wrinkled brow
What time has reckoned
In twilight's imminent light
Befallen by all the losses
After the giving is all gone
And the only reward left
Is a long awaited slumber
So silent and serene