Bodies on the battlefield
Strange to see them all, suddenly no more.
Yesterday they had thoughts. Fear, certainly,
But perhaps still hopes, wishes, even dreams.
Now they are defined by their strange absence;
Lying here, but not being here. It’s odd.
Some had warnings, time to prepare, for sure;
To visit the priest and forgotten mates,
Or spent years flat out and bombed up on drips.
For others, it came from just around the corner;
No chance to say goodbye or tell the boss,
Give a nod to the neighbours, settle bills.
Everything: knowledge, emotions, secrets,
Every fact they had known and remembered,
Has gone with them somewhere, maybe nowhere.
Like diaries burned, or a slate wiped clean.