Beyong the shaking storm, the world collapsed, soldiers fought their toughest battles, sought treaty, sought relief, sought end.
stillness, stillness in bodies that bid farewell, shallowness, shallowness in bodies that had “life”.
In the same world once lived, grace, grace that kept them ecstatic, cheerfulness, cheerfulness that grazed their steps,
Out there watching from window, was posterity, with regrets, looking at what it could’ve had.
Sought a chance to fix it, the posterity but, the window had closed before it knew to look.