“Wheat Field Under Threatening Skies”, Vincent Van Gogh (1890)

Unattended Fields

With their hands in the soil, they lived well off the land
Psalms flowed from their church, as bells rang in their steeple
They prayed for the sun and for the rain when needed
The salt of the earth, and true god fearing people

They were so very young and so innocent
On returning they confirmed many a myth
They were bigger, stronger, braver and wiser
But none came back bearing the smile he left with

The horrors will take a lifetime to erase
This war has raged on oblivious to time
It makes men do things that should never be done
This is so much more then a sin, it’s a crime

After coming back from deaths very doorstep
Putting aside arrows, armor, spears and shields
Grasping to their hearts their women and their kin
They come to restore long unattended fields

John Frazee resides in Boynton Beach, FL, USA (temporarily) He also resides under the impression, that like the infinite number of monkeys at the infinite number of type-writers someday he will accidentally create something worthwhile. He relies on you humans to evaluate the results of this experiment. Published in Skyline magazine, OMNI magazine, The Horror Zine, Twice the Terror and What Fears Become, The Horror Zine Anthology, Death Head Grin Anthology, My Word Wizard, Aphelion, StoryMania and The Horrroe Zine Magazine