Analysis of Nature of War

“Nature of War”

I kindled my Sabbath candles,
as sun set behind the wood
Peace of golden respite shattered,
as only death screams could

Perhaps a fox, or gentle fawn
was ambushed by coyote-
Her desperate cries in darkness,
sent terror shooting through me

Looking from an opened window,
I begged him, go away!
Too impassioned though to hear me,
he clawed harder into prey

Waning light of candles flickered,
but by quickened breaths was stoked
I prayed her suffering would end,
that swift mercy be invoked…

But her whimpers, like damp breezes
weave through autumn’s dying leaves,
still call to me as rising suns
cast shadows on the trees