Death at War ( ... and similar poems)

[Kaz]

I went through a phase of writing poetry that didn't rhyme.

They tended to be a bit darker than my rhyming poetry.

Death at war.

The whistle blew.
Thousands of men all around me
Clambered up over the top.
A hurricane of bullets
Whistled through the air.

I ran.

Men dropped at my side,
Satin red blood marked my cheek.

And then.

A sharp pain ran through my chest.
Writhing in agony, I fell to my knees.
Gradually, darkness overcame me.
Upwards, Upwards I floated
High above the battle field.
High above the bodies.

For the first time in my life, I felt at one.

And then it went black.

[Kaz]

The Fire.

The heat was phenomenal.
The choking smoke throughout the warehouse

Where he lay.
Asleep.

He was only 15, his mother was worried,
His father didn't care.
As the fire encompassed him he woke.

He was frozen
With fear.

His heart pounded endlessly,
A tear dripped from his eye.
Then came the deafening siren,
And the cold rush of water hit his cheek.

* * * * * * * *

A month later they turned of his life support machine.
His cold body lay there.
Unburned, Unmarked by flame,
Shock, had killed him.