How to talk about wars?
They're burning madness
Streaks of black and grey in the
Everlasting blue sky.
Dancing and flickering
'Til someone finds a reason
To stomp it out.

Wars end slowly; always evolving,
Changing, like a dice with infinite sides, or a
Spinning top that doesn't stop,
Never the same, yet never truly different, as
How do you tell the difference between death and more death?

How does one compare to a midsummer's day, when so many
Are filled with gore and death and guns and blasts
And cannons and sirens and bombs and laughs
And burns and cuts and scrapes and scratches
And loud and quiet and tears and silence and then
Nothing.