Had found its mark

The night I saw you die
under a star struck cross
against the night sky
near the end of the age

your eyes were flaming with rage
as if that fire could leap
and set the night alight

and howitzer guns roared
sending their disciples
with thundering flame
across many miles

to convert with death and blood
and as fast as the enemy came
flooding the bush, the veldt
with armoured chariots

exploding shells, rocket bombs
and projectiles
decimated them
as if the inferno in your eyes
had found its mark
turning every enemy ablaze.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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