Life is Polar, War is Spring

Life is polar, and war is spring. Gun-smoke flows like torrential wind. Shells fall as heavy rain. Mountains looming overhead grow shorter each passing. Their crimson peaks thaw as rivers form, dividing--trenches for mollusk and crawfish. Where children play with skeletons. Drink from the water; ignore the bite of iron. Dread the days until winter returns then pray for spring again.