Here Lie Heroes (Day 578)

Was it worth it   

you tell me 

seeing them   stacked 

like logs  three deep   

a stream of empty vessels   

where once brothers  

sons and lovers breathed   

their blues and grays 

and browns   now dyed 

the singular shade of 

dried   and drying   blood   

the weighted air freshly 

silent after the last 

of the dying’s done   

some believed   you know   

some didn’t   

some were brash   most  
scared   courage blooms 
when death stirs turning 
treetops   and willingness 

does not a hero make    so   

here lie heroes   

when called they answered   

can you blame them

what choice did they have  

after all   

what choice were they given

Words and image (c) 2018, by Hannah Six