No horror.

No horror?

I feel no horror.

No fear nor disgust.

Wasn't this red, dripping paste

A rational person

A distant friend

A battle-buddy

an hour ago?

His dreams, hopes, desires are splattered on the truck.

His life and loves are a chunky puddle soaking in the sand.

A torn boot found freedom in a parched field.

The foot stayed with the rest

It had grown quite attached after carrying a lifetime of recently splattered dreams.

The horror!  No horror.

A lingering sadness.

A detached coldness.

I feel unfeeling.

The tree line is leveled.

The joy!  The cheering!

The enemy paint the river rocks red.

Bury them in splinters!

What a waste of human courage.

Homeward now.

Stand tall for the customary congratulations

And even silent condemnations

And hear sanctimonious cowards explain the meaning of it all.