IN THE TRENCHES

 

From the trenches he heard the blast

of bombs booming in the near distance,

saw the heavy clump of black smoke

twisting like a tornado;

and thought of life back home:

a wife and kids full of love and concern.

 

It was once the picture of the perfect life-

the dog bathed on Sunday mornings,

the pop-corned ice cream visits to the park

by evening. But now, as he huddled there

under the raised mount of protection,

he looks around at the new family:

hard-faced men dressed

in heavily-clad war drab,

holding cold, hard metal, firing;

ready to die yet hoping, remembering

the family they left back home.

 

 

BY: Nicholas Damion Alexander