Battlefield

Daylight found with exhausted pen in hand
Shaking from too much coffee and the cannonade
Of last night's artillery barrage of thunder
Then the mornings counterstrike of poetry.

Minds cratered battlefield barren and desolate
Eyes now dull with shell-shocked desperation
Rains falling on the waste of no persons land.

Safe high hill of entrenched fortifications
Solid, unyielding purposeful defiant defense
Gives no hope of an eventual sweet victory
Only war weary satisfaction of continued survival