Hi, Artemis. I liked your poem, Disappear into the Light. A very long time ago, when I served as leader of a team on the battlefields of Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, we secured a villiage from the North Vietnamese. It had once been freindly to the allies and the enemy punished the citizens in the worst way. We captured the wounded officer in charge of the atrocities. I was angry at the ferocity of punishment he and his men inflicted on the men, women, and children. He claimed that no wrong was done. The village had betrayed him and therefore the occupants were traitors and deserving of the punishment. What struck me most about the individual, he could not be older than twenty-five. Not a wrinkle on his face. The skin smooth without flaws. Yet, he piled the bodies in a parymid to the right of the settlement and set them on fire, some of the victims alive. Perhaps your poem did not intend to describe the incarnate evil I witnessed that day, but I was struck at the similarity of my thoughts. Thanks for sharing. Regards.