Poetry

It’s morning again

By 6th March 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

It’s morning again the whole place stinks
bodies oozing my mind can’t think
I get to water and clean my sweat
But half way back I’m soaking wet

Heat and dust with filth and smell
My mates all said I’d go to hell
Well now I’m in an evil place
The devil laughing in my face

But now we’re sorted ready to go
What happens next none of us know
Into that place where death awaits
Our stress our fear accumulates

Send us in to find them all
Find them, shoot them, watch them fall
Feel your mind slip far away
From gods sweet face and what he says

The padre comes to join us eat
He sits beside that empty seat
The one we save each night for Tim
Although he’s dead, it’s saved for him

We chat politely, tell him things
And to us each a peace he brings
So off we go to sleep that night
To prepare us for another fight

It’s morning again the whole place stinks
bodies oozing my mind can’t think
I get to water and clean my sweat
Will I be back, don’t make a bet.

Murdock

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