War

• Kieran Wicks, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

The long grass brushes their faces
They creep on, covered by darkness
Mud squelches underfoot,
Moonlight illuminates the fear and anticipation on their faces
This is it.
Over that ridge, death stares them in the eyes
Glory lingers just out of reach
Orders and gunshots sound
Bullets dance through smoke
Innocence is lost.