I've seen the bodies of soldiers, citizens, friends, and foe
I hold them before the grave, after they're cold
Always, I settle above fields of war
Where they fight for change, die like before
In stacks of cloth I lie and wait
'Til shooting ends and ends mistakes
Back in homelands, I find you too
To stitch scraps in the final truth
The shroud of death will hide each face
In war or peace, in use or waste

Written August 2021.

Take me back.

Take me home.