They lay open and bleeding
Sinew and bone exposed to the sun
Fleshly putrid stench elevating
Hardly recognizable as someone’s son
Sacrificed on the alter of battle
Congregating body parts with horrible eyes
Staring aimlessly and deceased
Fixed on their last deathly cries
Participants in the ritual of war
Laid about this podium of death
Worshiping in the eerie daylight
Seeking sermons for one last breath
Let us sing praises in dark silence
Or will I sing this death song alone
For all the souls who have gathered here
Who worship motionless, next to my own
Poignant! Very well-written, good rhyme-scheme, and emotionally penetrating. Sharply graphic - visually and mentally. Thank you for taking the time to share this poem with us!