Observing Death

Observing Death Look into the trench when a bomblet falls Squirms without legs, excruciating balls It means nothing him squirming, twisting in pain I eagerly search, to find more of the same. It’s not a film the loss is real Surprises me, how little I feel Blood and guts hanging around A burst of fire, death curdling sound. A loud cheer erupts as they fall And I feel nothing, nothing at all. After all they have done invading Ukraine I want to see them wounded and dying in pain They’ve raped, tortured, looted and maimed And now they’re killed under bullets of rain I enlarge the screen, to enhance the view Of an orc dying, because his time is due War has a way, of raising the tolerance bar A sniper takes aim, bullets riddle a car. I don’t feel sickened as I eat my tea It’s most important that Ukraine is free. David Cox 04/02/23