Legs like lead,
We trudge through Monday’s trenches,
Carrying a pack
I’m sure weighs too much.
We shoulder the weight
And push forward onto Tuesday,
Gritting our teeth,
Feet sore to the touch.
On Wednesday,
The time falls like shells,
Carrying payloads
That detonate hour by hour,
Until Thursday,
When the guns are spent,
Cooling their muzzles
As they nurse their power.
Friday comes round,
And finds us alive in the trench,
And we’re ordered home
To replenish in peace.
Of this war we keep fighting
We prepare in retreat;
The glorious charge
For the generals gold fleece.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
Legs like lead,
We trudge through Monday’s trenches,
Carrying a pack
I’m sure weighs too much.
We shoulder the weight
And push forward onto Tuesday,
Gritting our teeth,
Feet sore to the touch.
On Wednesday,
The time falls like shells,
Carrying payloads
That detonate hour by hour,
Until Thursday,
When the guns are spent,
Cooling their muzzles
As they nurse their power.
Friday comes round,
And finds us alive in the trench,
And we’re ordered home
To replenish in peace.
Of this war we keep fighting
We prepare in retreat;
The glorious charge
For the generals gold fleece.
