Anthony W. Pahl

MoonshadowMOONSHADOW

The moon,
(upon which man walked
at the same moment we walked
upon a mine seeded earth
– from life into death –
three times and back),
still reflects upon the lakes
of tears and blood,
shed during and since
those awful days of lost youth.

A year in-country?

Nay… I think a lifetime in hell!