Turning Into the Void
From a high vantage we watched the battle progress
We watched as young men ignorant of delicate flowers
Were torn apart by the confusion of war
Each man slaughtered had experienced a childhood
Whether idyllic or not this was of no matter
It was their childhood
Which now lay shattered in the mud of the battlefield
Angels hovered above these men but were afraid to venture too close
Afraid that they too would become contaminated
By the sorrows
By the sorrows
By the sorrows of the void
George Smith (1916)