How do you know it’s war?Is it the piercing silence just before?Or the quiet blow of wind as it runs to the west.The sky remains blue,the gods unseeing.Just mere mortals’ squabbles, right? There is a split second when time slows,piercing silence becoming deafeningWhen hearts still and the ground shakes,graves in the making.Hooves split the silence,ClosedContinue reading “The Sound Of War”