Edible tubers

Edible Tubers.

It is the biggest potato farm in the world, a giant field
of potatoes as far as eyes can see; new potatoes boiled
add a pat of butter, delicious no need to add a lamb.

This was once a battle field thousands of Russians and
Germans soldiers bled to dead here the soil grew fertile,
absorbed all flesh only bones and uniform buttons left.

The soldiers didn’t die in vain, only a few years before
their time; saved from old age debilities, Alzheimer,
renal diseases, hip replacement and triple bypass.

I found a rusty gun, a German Luger pistol, it fell to
pieces in my hand, bullets inside still intact, owned by
an officer telling his men to die like Prussian heroes.

Long furrows of edible tubers, made into fries, full of
fat, grandchildren of dead soldiers are obese now and
only fight virtual wars on the internet.