War always ends
when the stars
can’t stop crying
in a deluge of rain
that never ends.

Rain-soaked war-weary soldiers
can’t stand blood, sweat
and piss-drenched stink
soaked into their uniforms.

They’re ready to call a truce
and wave a white flag,
but all their white cloth
is pathetically shit-stained.

On Christmas eve they sing,
“Silent Night”. and “Come All Yee Faithful.”
The enemy holds up a sign:

“You no shoot, we no shoo!”
and joins them in song—
inviting them over the line
for a friendly embrace.
The war ends.