A SOLDIER

A man born from flesh and blood

Ordered to **** with no regret

As the giant cannon ***** fly, screams of terror hollow in the distance trenches

In the blistering heat

He trudges through the valley of lost souls

Looking at death straight in the eye

Knowing deep inside there is no surrender

Adreline begins to pump through his veins with great heist

The sharp splintered ammunition waiting to  feed the hungry giant spring gadgets

Waiting to rip flesh from bone

Behind the trigger he lays analysing the ****** field before him

He sees the paralysesd faces of small children, running towards him arms open wide

His thinks what can I do

He closes his tired eyes for a second, he runs screaming get down

Nothing happens, blood starts to flow from his jagged wound

He cries out for help lying in empty hole, as  vultures fill the clouded sky

He knows now his on his own

As darkness prevails vanquishing the perfect light

He lays his head down to sleep.

Droplits of blood soak through morning mist

the smell of burnt flesh fills the air

He awakes from his deathly sleep to fight another day

                                                           LARRY A STUART 09