SLAM!

Beautiful Woods
by Rooster Roo


Twenty miles east of the city of love, near
a field adjacent to Beautiful Woods, we
shoot French soldiers going the wrong way.

With the American Army shattered, the Fence bleed
White, and the English clocked there was only Uncle
Sam’s misguided children to stop the German plight.

Fired once before and now our jobs on the block once
more we shot down a successful offensive and that is
no bull shipped high in transit; it really did happen.

For a month we did battle, in the killing field adjacent
To Beautiful Woods just twenty miles from the city of
Love. A thin line of devil dogs ripped and tore the Germans.

Five-thirty in the mornings we crawed in the mud and at seven
kill all the Germans that we could. Shelled for launch and rocks
rained, we waited for the counter attack. On the firing line we fired,

five rounds in the Magazine, one in the breach and six between the
figures. We unload our ‘O’ threes to the rhythm of one shoot one kill.
Lacerations, incisions and contusion wounds profuse in the trench.

Thrusting, slashing, and the all mighty butt smash, once it got
Crowded the fighting knifes was cruel, double edged hog stickers
with a spited, full hand guard. Excavating tools took heads.

The clamour, some men cried in horror others are called for their
Mothers. We grabbed into our pockets and load our ‘O’ threes and
Dropped them as they retreated to their side of the bloody field adjacent
To Beautiful Woods just twenty miles east of the city of love.