just tired of war

I retreat
behind the lines of fire.
i'm not a coward
just tired
of war.
tired of these bullets
these cannons
these
swords.
I tunnel down into
the soft trench of earth
lying
in other's blood,
of those who died before
me.
I see the crimson
steam of their
lives
rise into the fog
of morning.
I fall back,
no longer answering
the bugles call.
i'm not a coward,
just tired of war.