Frail shells are falling;
I hear them cry.
They shatter
And tear the purple sky.
It bleeds and weeps
And memories leak
Into fetid black pools
At my feet.
I open my eyes,
See no damage was done
But the street has been littered
With blood and with bone.
And one frail shell
Was left stood before me;
He had sulphur for breath
And bullets for teeth.
But his eyes spoke truer
Than any other
He had no love for himself
And no love for another.
It was war that caused
His mind to bend,
And war that caused
His life to end.
And all these falling
Frail shells
Are spiralling down
Into this hell.