“Tidying Up” a battlefield

After battles the vultures feed.
Also the thieves come to strip bodies of their valuables.
Life is unkind.

vultures

“Tidying Up” a battlefield

Now the memory lingers,
It’s still with him today.
Rings removed from fingers
And storing them away.

Cutting through the laces
And tearing off the boot,
Not looking in their faces;
Just looking for some loot!

Weather’s fine an’sunny
Corpses are searched through,
Looking for their money;
It’s bad but it’s not new.

The booty from the dead
The best he had put by.
What more can now be said ;
He’d sooner thieve than die.

© Trevor Morgan, 11/6/2018

Advertisements