No-Man's Land

Empty
- no life beneath the muck or these boots.
Dead
- bones crunch with every step.
Grey
- skies above cry at the blood spilled.

Hope
- none can be found from France to Germany.
Dreams
- a reprise from the rotten reality.
Wishes
- made everyday to no avail.

Screams
- echoing from the past in the presence of the present.
Terror
- as the planes swoop overhead in a replay performance.
Explosions
- flashing in closed eyelids with the burning faces.

Solitude
- friends in arms lie lifeless in arms.
Bliss
- seeing the expanse of this brown and red ground.
Goodbye
- said to the Earth as I fly away one last time.

Amidst fireworks.