Fire Fight
How very inconsiderate,
dieing in the open;
shirking anonymity
behind the raging green.
You avoided the cacophony,
left random bullets blameless,
then when your God
abandoned You,
He left
just You,
alone;
refused to leave your ruined face
behind the mangled sandbags,
or in a shallow foxhole,
instead of here,
with Me
Copyright © Wayne Sapp | Year Posted 2010
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