Left for dead Poem, by Aa Harvey, at My poetic side

Left for dead.

Rocket on the floor; dead men in a war.

When you hear the call, come prepared to fall.

Picture on a door shows the face on the dart board,

Through which the injured will soon walk.

Blood on a wall;

You have been here before.

Ghost in the night at last has found its sight by misdesign.

The ghosts disappear in the morning light.

Pocket on a leg, left there to forget.

Written on a tissue in lipstick red.

Numbers to regret, words I never said.

All those people you left for dead.

A soldier talking about peace is an oxymoron;

Put down your weapons of misfiring neurons.