The Third Day

B lood, Hair, and Eyeballs strewn across the battlefield floor,Arms, Legs, and muskets lying over the dead bodies, gore.Seeing through the haze of smoke, the stench of death rises up.A young boy gazes out vacant, in death’s stare, alone.Burnt flesh, hate, agony, all rolled up as the day ends cold.Glory, Honor, and Country left behind on the battlefield floor.