The Word Cloud

Blots on the landscaped canvas
Deserts or fields nobody cares
I picture artists's palettes
Wetted up freshly mixed
Sticky tainted death drawn shades
Painted out wounded faces
Mamed bodies blast blown apart
Sniper's Bullets aimed fired fell
Poppy red spills remembered
Clotted blood smells fill nostrils
Rotting fleesh stomachs churned chucked
Battlezone booms friends departed
Comrades in war fallen heros
Forever forgotten gone
Lest we remember each one
That gave their life in service