A grisly story/poem of a far distant war. |
The soldiers of black tramp numb, weak and weary Their burning red eyes stare vacant and teary The landscape all shrouded by dense smoke mixed with mist One warrior glares skyward shaking his filthy, clenched fist The sound of their march A sickening crunch Crackling piles of dry brittle bones Snap beneath worn ragged boots Accented sporadic by distant groans A rancid stench hangs Heavy in the air Rotting corpses thick with flies Still clad in gory uniforms Maggots squirm from empty eyes With dusk approaching It's time to set camp The tedious trek, taken its toll Soldiers collapse to blood soaked ground Bone-tired and cold, worn to the soul But nightfall brings with Its own time of dread--- The men exhausted but fighting the sleep In the chill of the darkness The nightmares keep Though each man is different the dreams weave common thread The flash of explosives The screams of the dead The visions of war dance about in each head Flesh melting from bone As comrades sink into red And somewhere still across the land A mutant newborn cries And by his anguished mothers hand The wretched infant dies And in the shattered silence Her echoed screaming looms And somewhere still across the land A single flower blooms |