"okay boys. this is your moment. your destiny awaits you. on my command"
given the order
to go
over the top
1 mile
dead man's zone
no one makes it
no one returns
"what the fuck are you waiting for. get your asses in gear."
glances
all around
faces
filled with fear
is this the way it ends
straight to the front
straight to
dead man's zone
face down
in the mud
straight to hell
"move it now, you yellow bellied motherfuckers or i swear i will put a bullet in each and everyone of youse's fucking heads."
glances
all around
is this the way it ends
sitting ducks in the trenches
crazy fucking commander
putting bullets in our heads
or
climbing
up the muddy bank
over the top
facing an army
of machine guns
and mortars in
dead man's zone
not much of a fucking choice
pistol pulled
pistol aimed
"which one of you fucking yellow bellied, momma's boys, fucking cowards, wants to die first?"
trigger pulled
bullet meats brain
head explodes
blood
everywhere
brains
everywhere
dead in the trenches
new commander
new order
"we wait for reinforcements boys."
no more claimed by
dead man's zone
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barbed wire
PoetryA collection of strange little poems that really don't fit anywhere else. Part of my 2019-2020 Poetry Challenge.