The breathing corpse
crawl out of the crammed trench, carrying the only hope -
creep like a snake and ready for the surprise...
Attack! Attack!
guns' mouth widened and laughed-
grenade roared and shells whistled with delight,
No, no! enemies returned full fire!
suddenly dirt,dust filled the air-
cannons, bombs deafened my ears-
but the worst of all,
gas, the devil in our heart.
we struggled with the gas mask with all the strength,
stumbled blindly in the desert, as it drag me down,
eyes widen,skin burning and lifeless...
next moment, l was on my back coughing like a crone,
lying on the mud,
A breathing corpse.
by
evan
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