Poems About War and Death
Conversations with Silence Hey, have you seen the fields lately?Not green, not anymore.They wear the season’s latest—Shades of sorrow and undone dreams.Someone told me, “That’s just how it goes,”As if war were as natural as rain.And death? It’s just a visitor,Frequent, uninvited, hanging around too long.”Look,” they said, pointing to the silent hills,”Heroes are sleeping…