Unburied Life
He wrote about armies
Fighting at midnight
Unable to tell friend from foe
Because of darkness
Sound familiar?
It might as well
When we fight, we own new
Ignorance of combatants
One human to another
Well, we can tell, someone will say
We have technology
But protocols and fail-safes fail
And that’s not what I mean
I speak to you and me
Wondering about our chances
When we go up
Against each other
C L Couch
“Dover Beach” and “The Buried Life” are poems by Matthew Arnold, British social critic of the nineteenth century.
Image by Marei Sellin from Pixabay
clcouch123 
June 23, 2019 at 3:15 am
War is never Just is it? Perhaps worst that we fight our friends in it or those that could be like us. It’s what I think you’re getting at. “Wondering about our chances . . . When we go up against each other.”
I remember the poem “Dover Beach” from university and I know Arnold spoke a lot about scientific progress and how the world was changing drastically. Relating that to your poem, I’m wondering if you’re this progress related to battle/war of many kind. Or if battle/war like many things in history, is a repeat of what’s always happens in society despite technology and change. And perhaps the worst battles when we do not know what or who we fight for or maybe even why?
Take care 🙂