Friday, August 05, 2011

Hail Caesar

First was the panic

The frantic dispersal

Screams above the steady
Death-delivering pock pock pock

The mind stops working

Later- space between the crisp reports

Me among the dead,
dread sweat clammy,
slimy with my comrades blood
trying to not move
to shallow-breathe
imperceptibly

The squelch of his boots hard by

Pock

Pock

He pokes among the limbs
I smell the carbine
Feel the shot in the gut.

My bowels tell me
my life is null,
And void.

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