the boy trudged on through the listless air
that can't be air at all
with its squeezing and choking hands
and the sharp fangs searching for blood
but he continued, knowing all who died
but not even that at all
and he couldn't see through that green sea
sinking down and crowding at his feet
pulling him down to his very own grave
just not his at all
he knows he has to go on for himself
and for everyone who has died behind him
laying on the blood-covered dirt, all alone
but that isn't at all
and the boy continued to trudge on