often to be found in every nook, cranny and corner of the earth;
Fighters of eternity grieve not for wounds of time and place
but in painful hindsight look at the losses and betrayals faced.
Hollow are the known victories of conflict not graced by dignity-
and shallow are the claims for the dead in their dubious morality.
And as in time the mind reels with a vague comprehension
that such are the turns in the fairground of human existence.
As we, pieces of the puzzle fight for the privilege of calm stupefaction;
To let the arrow of life, fly, towards a slow and determined affirmation.