Faye Sizemore


Our youths’ dreams
have turned to nightmares
… it seems
and now lay in disarray
upon the bloody
Fields Of Occision
along with echoes
of grief stricken mothers’ screams
… background music
to their now tortured dreams
When… when shall the Field
be silent… in peace
perhaps when the casualties
of their brothers cease…

Submitted for the April 2005 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Occision