War

War

A sound, a noise, a roaring
Then
He lay in a gray polen
Of dust.
A rough wind
Moves his soaked hair,
White
In day’s paleness.
Then
A deafening silence.
He smiles
In pain.
She runs up:
Young as spring
Swelled by love, bright red and burning.
Then
Her violet gaze
Falls
And shatters:
Sliding of sharp tears.
The instant of a pause
In the beating
Of her withered
Heart.
Then
Blinding,
Howling agony.
Then
The soft insanity
When Anger thunders.
Death winked at her
And was on his way again.

Interesting. If you pause at the end of each line, it adds emphasis to important parts, what is that called in poetry? In music, i’d call it syncopation.