This Battlefield

Is littered with necklaces
Symbols
Shared shirts
And sweet scents

Scattered with papers
Upon which are words
Wonderfully verse
To illicit emotion

Yellowing forever
Among the dirt
And bodies
And outposts

They pick up
In wind and fly
Into barbed wire
To be eviscerated

There are odd weapons
Rapiers of princes
Hellish spears
Knight’s broadswords
Shields aplenty

Blood iron
Taken from hundreds
Of memories
To forge with it
A blade of old wounds

Fortifications
Memories and thoughts
Dead men
Telling no tales

But on the tails
Of the battles
And how their effects
Echo

How they scar
This battlefield
And mar forever
With their impacts

Ruins and new constructions
Side by side
Some forgotten
Some tended to

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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