An Ensemble of War Poems

Soldiers

One, two, three

Marching

Slaving

Losing sight

Goals

A dead mans dream

A new mans hope

It will all be over by Christmas

Shaking, the air is cold

His eyes glaze over

His pallor darkens

His face numb like all sense

But still he hides

Lurking like a frightened beast

Strayed from his herd

No sight of help

He is alone

Sheltering for his life.

The darkness slowly closes in as the young man begins to dwell on his situation

The dark heralds fly over him with a cloud of dust and blood

Out of nowhere the whirring of rockets

And silence

He knows he must act fast

As in this game of cat and mouse

Silence can disclose a mans whereabouts

Only this silence is different

This silence means that above him

The angel of death is plummeting towards his confinement

His so called safe zone

The men gather

Run

All that remains of their home is a churned up mess of sludge

All loss for one mans greed.