After the war

How many wars long forgotten,
numberless, nameless,
with hearts longing to be in the war,
I dare say no more.

As memories stagger in every corner,
the pain, the grief and the sobbing.

After the war,
 I hear people ask "now what".
As though this rock-ribbed world, blazed with fire,
 it can never be its morning self again,
because of this scared madness.

How many wars long forgotten,
numberless, nameless,
with hearts longing to be in the war,
I dare say no more.


Ashleigh Burrow