Terror Bird at Werren Bay

Burning sun sends days that can be heard,
here on Werren bay as flight is taken by the bird.
Days, weeks, forever shrouded in a terror
arms are held as killing smith
pain and sadness follow close with.
As diplomats and bureaucrats stand as barer.

See,
close by the sea,
and me I do see
men strapped in gear...
while wrapped lend over time over time fear.
shot is pass hair covered
helmet helpless ear
sands seep under running boots
countless lives sent back the same
pecking at say senseless root
explode fire gives no name for what was really there
see, say, regret screams that curls the blood
adrenaline pumps through the veins with defining thuds.
skin tumbles down from rumbling air
where fiery rein rains around from terror wings

And as I come back
with no lack of regretting light
that I was never there to share
the dying sons
of terror on that grainy bay
as the bird flew flight over war on a rainy day
and always run
for each pacing peace.