Before The Guns

Before The Guns

As I lie awake before the guns,
Staring into the dark and star-filled night
Memories well up and fade as swiftly
As a river runs....
Will I see home again?
The words that I write in theh still of this night
Are not "Flanders Fields"....
Soon there might be no one left
To read the words I write.

So I am here in this barren place
Stretched out like a sacrifice to lesser gods
Before the guns......

Fire!