Even For an Eggshell

Ribcage split, butterflied,
cleft chest caved in, he died.
Smothered the blast like a
mother would smother her child.

On battlefield lay stacked,
flak jacket cracked in half.
Lungs choked, blood rose,
empty-eyed.

Forever Young

What profoundly depicted the dread of our imminent doom
has become now the soundtrack to meaningless beverage ads.