He slings the body
Of his fallen comrade
Over his injured shoulder
As he walks he trips
And drops the dead man
He falls and stares in his eyes
Eyes like deep pools of silver
Lightless death ridden eyes
He crys out in horror
He doesnt want to die
Not like this
Not in this Hell
He wants to grow old
He wants to have kids
He wants to live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, this is really a superb piece of poetry! Very subtle athmosphere, that comes and grabs you, it floats very easily, and also great imagery! ~~Elya Thorn~~