Peace After War

• Shaun Sleeman
• Poetry
• 2008

Peace After War

I hear no noise, sounding like music to my ears,
I see the field, looking like a dump with blood red lilies,
I taste the air, tasting like raw, blood meat,
I smell the ground, smelling like custard that has been left out for weeks,
I feel happy, feeling like a great weight has been reluctantly lifted off my shoulders.