Sinkin’ in a mire of mud,
chewin’ crud.
No roof o’erhead,
the walls on the ground--
one foot in my grave . . .
the other, earth bound.

Quick flashes of light
tore through the twilight.
Zapping things zipped
throughout the night . . .
bodies sinkin’ and stinkin’
in mounds caused by war.

Stinkin’, freakin’, playing dead.
Oh . . . my head.
Too long been fighin’,
tried of this beatin’
might as well lay down . . .
manner of speakin.’

Quick flashes of light
tore through the twilight.
Zapping things zipped
throughout the night . . .
bodies sinkin’ and stinkin’
in mounds caused by war.

Stinkin’, sinkin’ I can’t see
if the end's nigh.
Angels gather ‘round--
fly their banners high--
sharing their mercy
as ammo whizzes by.

Quick flashes of light
tore through the twilight.
Zapping things zipped
throughout the night . . .
bodies sinkin’ and stinkin’
in mounds caused by war . . .

senselessly dying or dead.