THE ART TO KILL

A Summer darkness
Did screen them
Walking along
A winding road
The scent of apples
Between the tobacco
Deep in thoughts
Returning home.

Defeated broken
Without mercy
Each victim of madness
Dead within
Hard battles fought
Now behind them
No more orders
Guilty still.

One was once
A school teacher
Taught to plunge
The bayonet in
Twist and turn
Sharpened steel
Tutored in the art
To kill.