Death And Glee

• Zac Crouch, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

War is a heartless and fearful place to be
It feels like you are jumping out a plane high in the sky
without a parachute to catch your fall
It smells like the smoky pollution of a cities air
It feels like being drenched in wet concrete and sat in an oven for days on end
It sounds like the blood curdling screams of our fallen brethren
It saw the broken spirit in soldiers' eyes as they run for shelter of
gun fire