Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Statistic

[Here is my extra poem for Wednesday for extra credit!  Enjoy!]

I can hear the battle raging up ahead
Flashes of my life…
Will I soon be dead?
I tilt my head back and sniff the air
The suffocating stench of smoke and gunpowder…
I can see the lifeless strewn everywhere
I have never felt anything such as this fear
As the caravan draws closer…
Down my cheek rolls a single tear
Our commander suddenly yells, “GO GO GO!”
We all jump out of the truck without a single thought…
And begin our rapid trudge through the red snow
Bodies and blood all over the ground
To think I would be in the midst of this hell…
Away from my home where I was safe and sound
My ears ring with the crack of each exploding shell, one after another
Gunfire followed by piercing screams of pain…
Along with the unanswered cries for mother
A Tango approaches and our commander bellows, “FIRE!”
Raising my weapon, I pull the trigger on instinct…
And watch my target quickly expire
Just like that, without thinking, I had taken a life
I am no killer, but wait!  Tango is still moving…
I rush forward and puncture their heart with my knife   
Turning my head with blood on my face, a bullet grazes my cheek
Tangos have me in their sights…
I feel so helpless, so meek
Another ballistic ricochets off my metal hat
I begin to sprint…
Frantically dodging this way and that,
 Desperately searching for cover as the shots blaze by
A projectile finally finds its way into my gut’s flesh…
I am barely a man, much too young to die
I begin to panic and lose my head
I am no different from any of them…
Soon I too will be dead
 One last sliver of lead to my chest and I fall to one knee
I am nothing…
Just another frozen face no one will ever see
Looking down I see the growing stain of my own blood
This is it...
My grave will be here upon this patch of snow and mud
The sounds of gunfire and shouted commands begin to fade
I fall onto my side…
And there my body stayed
My mind and muscles begin to slack
As I watch the vapors from my last breath escape…
Everything goes black

1 comment:

  1. Well done on the poem. The extra credit assignment was to find a praise poem you liked and post it--but this will do! Thanks.

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