From the Front
The recon doesn't take long.
Halfway down the street will do it
before hell opens up and leaves you
shuffling along a narrow ledge overlooking
the drop. It takes all your strength
to stay upright and balanced above
what your brain tells you is oblivion.
It would be easier to stay still
and let the world circle outside, manning
the barricades with your rusty rifle
loaded with words, firing into the dark
hoping to take down a ghost or two
as they charge your Alamo.
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