His eyes were a blazing yellow
choking and coughing up blood
his flesh developed sores
and the screams echoed throughout the night

We put him out of his misery
a bullet to the brain
and a star shaped hole in his head

We ripped and teared into our flesh
we couldn't breath, the mucus became thick
and the colors were yellow and red
signs of pus and blood

The masks were suffocating us
and we couldn't see...

a yellow fog hung over our heads
no smell, no taste, just air....

Combat....

though morbid in nature, there is a sense of beauty....

for example -
the bullet and it's chamber
the slickness of steel, and the power of the trigger
which together correlates the symphony of motion
from the time the trigger is pulled, to the
daunting escape of a bullet, and then finally to the ******* of it's victim.....

Quite morbid... yet hauntingly beautiful.....

Then come's the bullets quintessential cohorts

The Chemical and The Armored Car (a Tank)

The brutal barrage of steel cartage
crashing into unstable masonry
then the soothing smog of golden mustard gas...

The echoed shrieks, the violent shakes,
the ****** eyes and mucus filled noses
whose violent episodes finally conclude
when the eyes of death stare back at them...

Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....

The finally... how can we forget the noble foot soldier?
his footsteps, silent to the earth....

out of the hysteria and chaos
two men, two weapons, and a whirlwind of emotion  
nationalistic pride, paranoid fear, and  scattered  tranquility...

A sign, as is to say....
"I don't want to fight, but I have to..."

Which all correlates in the ****** of the bayonet
a twinkle of blood, and then finally the gentle weeps...

Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....

A collapsed lung.....
wires and cotton thread sheets
caress naked flesh....
Hands fragile and frail
blood trickles down the lip...
a half eaten fruit cup sits by the bedside,
and a malnourished body slowly rots....


2.
Flowing black hair swaying in the open breeze
tall and slender, body engulfed in a sea of red silk.....
Eyes beaming turquoise and sapphire
face, smooth to the touch
hands, nimble and delicate....


3.

A lump on the breast
shivers, chills, and shakes
yellow phlegm, projected from the throat....
Sedation..... prescription pills, and fatigue
a touch of pneumonia.....


4.

Air, slithering into a closing throat
flickering eyes, parched lips,
and a dry tongue...
frigid steel, pressing against tender flesh
stitches and staples,
breast and body.... separated...


5.

***** on the sheets, blood on the pillow
brain, comatose and body, numb
silence......
spirit and body.... separated....