Last Man Standing…

Smell of the gun powder so intense,
Bodies splattered among the fence,
His gun grappled in his arms,
Night dark and fearful, its raining bombs,
He turns behind and sees life ebbing,
A man without a limb screaming,
The din of gunfire and the smoke enthralls,
He scampers for cover, in fear breath stalls,
The mounds of concrete and metal,
Life on the edge, this is a battle,
The earth shaking blasts that thunders,
When will his life wither, he ponders,
Hears the whistle of a flying bullet close,
A shell explodes close, injured blood flows,
Blood over his eyes, blinding his vision,
All his comrades captured or fallen,
Lone soldier he crawls without hope,
Over Rocks and metal, pain the yoke,
Seeing through the blood up in the sky,
Gunship choppers armed and high,
Scanning the ground to slaughter,
Life, at the mercy, soon to be a martyr?
Burnt bodies on which he crawls,
Red hot metal that cuts his flesh to fall,
Agony in knowing he is so very alone,
No energy, his morale to smithereens blown,
There crumbles a wall like a pack of cards,
He defies gravity every time there is an explosion,
His body in the blast shock, confusion,
Revealing oncoming armory with a platoon,
Armed to the teeth and his end soon,
There on the ground he lay still,
Saw his fallen comrade near, tears fill,
Who is his mother, where his dad?
What will they know, so very sad,
Is this why we are born? to die,
In the horror of the slaughter, he sighs,
When can humanity agree,
No peace but people hate in glee,
Pain in the flesh a common occurrence,
As his foot is caught in the fence,
Sees at a distance the enemy armory,
As he searches, no ammunition for his weaponry,
Fastens his bayonet and decides to charge,
Scampering down the dirt mound facing the barrage,
Sees he a shell fired from a turret black,
Needs to take few lives down, injured but not slack,
Vision blurred, blood on face,
Clotted wrists, shocked and dazed,
As his movement down the mound,
There is a cracking and splattering sound,
A force that hits his chest and levitates him,
Thats the shell fired that hit him grim,
Falls he to the ground with a hole in his chest,
Flickering eyelids and he did his best,
The last man felled, the last man gone,
Tomorrow it will be you, this the war song,
Born to kill else born to die,
Motto of wars, nothing so I sigh,
There lies the man who never will crawl,
Nor ever can see a comrade fall.

Jesu Valiant – 2009

~ by jesuvaliant on February 25, 2010.

One Response to “Last Man Standing…”

  1. No words.. Hairs standin.. !! Nice poem..

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