Napalm gas and white phosphorous filled clouds
explode in cavalcades of predictable burst
Hatchet men with machetes lop off offensive ears
with a deafening silent swish as all bayonets are readied
Sprays of gold and red are full metal jacketed by the breath of a gun
This is how war is done......and I remember
How Death smells like a four letter word.....

Ted Sheridan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-smells-like-a-four-letter-word/