War Horror
damp mold smell of the earth
slaves of destruction some seven thousand strong
made into moles
tunnels miles, miles long
nine hundred each month on the
backs beaten on to win a war
miles above on the land...
darkness disrupted by dim, flickering lights
death struts unceasingly below
as above
the madness of men
staged
with no intermissions..
cries and moans struck by
sharp shouts and
drilling machines scream
excrement and urine mix
with blood and sweat
and choking dust with
bits of sliver-sharp shards
flying off
slicing into skin
layer upon layer levels of concrete
shelves manned under the hands of evil..
rockets slowly rolling into place..
menacing, sharp nosed tubes to shoot
into the heavens then
turn down and
scream towards towns..
no warning..
no hiding..
hits bursting, busting, disintegrating flesh
on what was only moments before
just a soft, sunny, average day
**approx. EIGHTY MILLION Souls Passed Away in World War II**
Copyright © Lesley Micuda | Year Posted 2014
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