Blue

Blue

Bombs fall in heat flash orange
Turning rain to steam.
Bullets whine thickly over
Dank muddy trenches.
Weighed down in a world of wet green
Blinking out images of death.
Struggling with walls of mud
As whistles scream charge.
Up and over into a moon scape hell
Stumbling forward through the fog of war.
Heat lead burning holes through flesh
Falling to oblivion, a world of blue.
Gas choked lungs scream for life
As mustard clouds float on by.
Blue turns to white, then black
As life bleeds out.

James Woodbridge 04/06/05