The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air

Soldier 3

Their throats close fast.

Every single one,

Fully geared and dead.

What happened?

.

An eraser to the past.

Hiding from these guns,

Wiping up those who now have dread.

Faces turn up, saddened.

.

An angry troop hurriedly cast

A long hard look at the cone

Of destruction instead.

Only to be, like the rest, flattened.

.

A blast

Is all that has been won

By the pile of heads

Now below the patent.