War Disabled Revised
Dodging and ducking, through those long-faced trenches,
Dust flamed into my eyes, triggering me blind.
Distracted by the ecstasy of my own mind,
And pitiable vision, I stumbled and roamed astray,
I was making a meal of plan ‘48AK’.
Immersed in the harmonious echo of shells and grenades,
I felt a pleasant sting, as I left the rugged-brown country terrain,
And I dreamingly drifted down into memory lane…