Trigger Warning
Bodies scattered rotting and rancid
Translucent pools of putrid blood on stagnant water
Caked layers of flesh and bone
It’s been hours, no, days
Motionless
Not breathing, trying not to breathe
The careless steps of winning boots, march through haphazardly
Remorse a luxury long lost
As everything fades
Trying not to breathe, dying
Closer the voices of men like me, speaking in foreign bursts
Trying not to breathe, out of air
As I lay amongst the bodies with no life in sight
And nothing to do but breathe, and to breathe – the end
And the boots keep coming and coming
Still Among The Dead