Private Apocalypse (Echo Beach I) Poem by Andreas Classen

The burning marshland beyond Echo Beach:

Noise & screams,

fire & spray,

water & blood,

dirt & pain.

All guns blazing forward to death...


Hey!


Hold the long distance line

to your true love.

It keeps you hanging on.

Cut it or just drop the receiver

and you run the risk of

getting up too early,

firing too late,

running too fast,

getting smashed.


Think fast

what you really want

or you might be dead

so soon.