ghost divisions blinking their
motley way to nowhere

crisply carving nothing
into the murderous stone

monuments to ease and 
glory when ease and murder

rode down the idea of truth
and crushed holy honor

into the blood soaked earth
for none other dim reason

than the crude crumpled 
defeat suffered by fools

upon horrific battlefields
now buried forever beneath

layer upon layer of lies 
and regret fueled by years

of tears now buried shallowly
beneath the fleas and rats

that drove the shoddy show 
into the marketplace of death