THROUGH THE LENS

The hands
Upon the shoulders
Of soldiers knelt
In frame
Forms a photograph
Now of the dead
Another war
Thats quite insane.

In youth
Almost rebellion
Before combat
Photograph took
To lay within
The archives
Of an old case
Covered in dust.

When its contents
Are opened
Daylight falls
In slanted waves
Upon the young
And faces fresh
A simple memory
Of long gone days.