The barrel rested
between his eyes,
against his nose.
his eyes were closed.
he never dared to breathe.
he just listened.
with every shot,
earth shattering boom,
he winced.
the bodies of brothers
friends and strangers
surrounded him in bits.
and in one weak moment
of prayer,
of desperation,
he wanted his mother.
and the last thing he heard
was the shot meant for him.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 6:06 PM UTC
The barrel rested
between his eyes,
against his nose.
his eyes were closed.
he never dared to breathe.
he just listened.
with every shot,
earth shattering boom,
he winced.
the bodies of brothers
friends and strangers
surrounded him in bits.
and in one weak moment
of prayer,
of desperation,
he wanted his mother.
and the last thing he heard
was the shot meant for him.