James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Stalingrad Scope

Stalingrad 1942
City surrounded
Bloodied human zoo
 
Shattered buildings
Architecture ruin
Walls of peace
Blasted and strewn
 
In the rubble he crawls
Suited white
Background blend
Silent
 
For hours he lies
Corpse still
Eyes in focus
Await his kill
 
German Half-track 
Up ahead
Scope fixed
On the commanders head
 
Range set
Wind adjust
Breathe in
Shots a must
 
Trigger squeezed
Echo of sound
Mosin-Nagant round
Enemy bound
 
In the blink of an eye
Pace of it
Bullet hits
The hear of it
 
Momentarily he stands
In a swaying state
Zaytsev,s shot
Seals his fate
 
As panic unfolds
As to where the shot came
This white uniformed assassin
In his theatre domain
 
This Ural peasant
Soviet Hero
In a battered Stalingrad
Where moral was zero
 
This silent killer
Who seen out this war
In Kiev city
A Red Soviet Star


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Nathan Leccese May 22, 2009 at 2:24 PM Awesome job James! I like how you took us though the steps of his actions. Very powerful! Nate

Brandy Megens May 22, 2009 at 1:00 PM WHAT SACRAFICE AND EMOTION HE ENDURED THANKS FOR ANOTHER GREAT WRITE

Brandy Megens May 22, 2009 at 1:00 PM WHAT SACRAFICE AND EMOTION HE ENDURED THANKS FOR ANOTHER GREAT WRITE

Carolyn Devonshire May 22, 2009 at 11:30 AM Positively chilling, James. The reader can see every image and, although we are compelled to sympathize with the soldier clad in white, war knows not how to offer mercy. And to think this is a simple Ural peasant who would have probably been tending to crops or other ordinary pursuits if it had not been for the war, well...chilling! Love, Carolyn