Dying Gasp

I am the dying gasp of the fallen
the last of the flesh chopped from a skeletal frame
blood anointing red the earth
carcass feeding vultures
a vision seen by unseeing eyes
of men hanging from trees
a voice heard by unheeding ears
of men hanging upon crosses
sudden realisation
stabbing the heart
bringing an end to glorious pain
clutching stomach spilling through fingertips
the beginning of eternal rest
torso without limbs
wisdom of the decapitated
the brave who marched into certain slaughter
pierced by point of spear
the completion of ultimate sacrifice
the fulfilment of men who craved immortality