Boomboom cannons flair and scare. And
me? Scared. Frightened. Covered.
Stink. Sweat. ***** too.
Look at me. All alone with my crew of
skeletons and ghosts.
Or soon to be.
-Watch out!
someone shouts and I do watch out. Only
to see
wet rage of lead to greet the dead
with a new life.
-Over there!
-Over where?
Everywhere men fall
and babies bawl.
And me time stalls for just a minute.
For an hour.
Perhaps I will stay.
And play in this deadly game
of hide and seek
with Grim himself whose not so bad.
-Follow me
and see
what waits beyond
the flame and sorrow,
But I stay to see tomorrow.
And what do I see?
Same story different chapter
of history for the future
of future for the past.
Past what? Time has no meaning.
Only dead or alive
but which is which?
The living dead maybe?
Who knows. I knows.
I can see, smell, taste the
souls leaving with a swoooooosh!
Mooooooosh the day begins.
when did it end?
-It never ends.
For the living.
-Get up up up!
There here everywhere!
Neighs the Steed. And I do
Not wishing I had. To see what happened
Devils yell
-To hell we will take.
You, me, even the Steed.
But through his good deed
bayonet stings and swings at
hell itself.
Blood covered and
fearydreary run too
the night.
Wizzing rounds around me
I run for the safe dark. Steed snorts
-Selfish! Idiot! Nincompoop!
Your men are in danger
when you slink away!
I am swayed not
by Steed but by Grim’s
gentle hand.