Fodder for the beasts

by Martin Shone

The camouflaged dead
remain where they’ve fallen
motionless bodies
resting upon the stillness of the Earth
with perhaps a little ruffle of fur
or a lift of feather
as a gentle breeze kisses their souls
and so breathes the life of nature’s love
into the reality of their death

The camouflaged dead
remain where they’ve fallen
hidden within the undergrowth of life
; fodder for the beasts

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