Colin F. Jones


You know, you can never be prepared for war,
For the fear the destruction and the gore,
For the desperation the shock and the trauma,
From a reality you have not experienced before.
It overwhelms you as fear drains away,
To be replaced by a cold chemistry of calm,
That you feel you could any person slay,
That no foe can render you harm.
But when you reach the misty peaks cold crown,
You must plunge back down over its cliffs to earth,
Each decent being a misery quite profound,
That lingers in the recesses of your worth
In random dream, to revisit time after time;
For tis in the inner sanctuary where the demons dine.