Analysis of The Toll

The fighting has stopped now,
No one left.
Like a bell the trenches ring out their dead,
The morbid chimes of war
Never ceasing,
Never ceasing.

Smoke clears,
Twisted men line the front
Broken,
Heap upon heap upon heap.
The enemy's gone,
But of glory there is none.

The guns fall silent,
Redundant,
But at what cost?
A high price paid for peace,
Everyone lost,
Everyone lost.