Thunder!
Purring like a thirty-two;
Storm-clouds,
Sagging, humourless and bleak;
Soldiers’
Spirits on the verge must break.
Beaten,
We crawl bellied over land.
Trenches,
Sanctuary, stretching miles.
Flashes
Strike for death beyond our heads,
Pumping
Ricochets in bleeding earth.
Faces
Of our friends, illuminated;
Others
That we know, eliminated.
We wait,
Each count lightening the load.
We wait,
Mumbling our unfinished prayers,
Within
The numbed silence of our minds.
fierce..! draws a full length action in a limited verse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i dont know what to say? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? simply it is alovely and great with my love Laila Lili