Something Like Crack

Dizzying percussion



a ditch

In World War I

Only thing saving you is that thin



But you keep bobbing up

Looking for the enemy

So you can shoot them

or try

But when your head comes up

You become the target you were looking for

There is no other way out

You may lay there hopeless


For relief

For someone to inform you its over

For that savior to introduce herself

But she never comes

Instead you keep trying

And aiming

Dodging and Ducking

And when she comes

She shoots you

Between the eyes

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