Day After Day

Dawn was a red haze on the horizon.
The air was humid, the ground hollow
and silence struck as each hour
twitched by.
A whisper in the trenches
brought a new life to the land.
A spark—just four hundred yards away—
was followed by the rapid rumble
of thousands of manic machines;
thirsty for flesh.
Dirt danced as shrapnel
shimmered but it darkened as it fell
into the black holes of no-mans land.
Another man fell but his fall
was silenced, by the constant
battering boom of beating bombs.
The suns shine lightened the earth
and the human storm slowed
but each charted casualty
dreamt of a quick death
as the days thundered on.