Turkish Chant

we gathered our canteens while coughing up tar from the hidden gravel across high terrain through the mist of Ankara teal fabric blew in the.breeze over burnt orange fragments torn from my temporal mangled mind of madness shifting the gates of emotional tiredness we'd waited above ground as the evening roared past us again in solitude miles from Augsburg I catered to the infamous thunder beside the housing quarters beneath the wretchid callings shattered beyond such graveness that beckoned our soul's to port here a silence abode within me amid the character lessons followed abroad the cold shoulders hitler had morbidly left behind