War time

When your country is at war, soothsayers gather
to hoard the spoils of hunting days;

buzzing loud over the trenches deep,

around mother's hearts and a yellow press-

Their hands red,caked with blood

of honest sacrifice, as they prowl
about the piles of bone restless,

to build an empire, with intimidating howl,

Until the bonnet bursts with pestilent curse
and the earth dries up like good old Mars.