battle

Deftly, calmly in death I can still protest. I can answer the prayers made while alive. Apathetic angels caught by war's unrest paradise is bare on earth fire-starters thrive. On earth heaven haunted me now earth haunts me in heaven. I miss the lost the wind and homeless. In combat I heard the taunts from angels that boasted of a God blind to human miracles. Light arrives from eyes demanding the return of souls buoyed on Christly tears and grieving relatives will surmise about earthly demise and names on gravestones. Someone somewhere dreams of me in battle I am kept awake by the sound of death's rattle.