Oh, forgotten heroes

victims

A thousand miles away

Crack

And bullets whipped

Around his head

Boom

Cannon's thunder

Can't remember

Mama's name;

Cries

And faint memories

A tiny child

Did he once hold her?

Crash, thud

So many times amplified

No one else noticing

Dust as he falls

Chaos

And swirling, he

Parched lips, reaches

Then remembers

I'm dying

And hand drops

Hope gone

Eyes are filming

White death blindness

On a young boy's face.

Many days later

A small mound of soil

Unmarked monument

A thousand miles away

Young mother still weeping

Still pauses at the window

Wondering…