Tones

Soldiers on the battleground
Taught to kill but never
How to die
Die anyway
Their comrades in arms existing between battles
On the thin gruel of memories of home
That slowly takes on a sepia tone
An old photograph of a place or a face
Gone now and never to be seen again
As fear and adrenaline begin to ramp up
With the falling of the bombs that will snuff out
The sepia tones of memory along with a life
And bright color takes its place
On the mud or dust of the dying ground
Now they too are remembered in a dying color
To be gone one day
With the ones who remember it
A bright splash on a dark soil
Fading fast