Soldiers of Stone
by Evelyn Held
I don't know what I expected -
carnage, bodies, blood.
The awful refuse of
righteousness marching
emboldened, confident.
I imagine them now -
all alike, yet different.
row upon martial row
intended to overwhelm,
subdue, awe-strike.
What tribute, thou Mars,
God of this devastation -
this relentless harvest
of tramping generations
What price you exact
of the earthbound ones
incapable of controlling
anger, greed, revenge.
I don't know what I expected -
not this emptiness.
This bleak silence,
a terror-filled void
with only stone soldiers.
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