Give me five minutes to face all the facts. The notes on the fridge of not coming back. A half-track of slow turns in a glance for a gone. Next to a “shelter” and “give me” a song. All or a nothing for the grip in no gain. Less in the lessons like you’ll remember my name. For with the maybe’s and Me there with You. “Bye” and a “See Ya!” with a vail for a view. Give me the whether plus the view on a screen. Like rain for no reason and the wind looks real mean. It’s time for a tick tock and around for a sigh. Next to the fives of a finger goodbye. Give me a minute with the how on a hill. Past the post by the beckon and for borders, the bill. Give me an answer in a not or a loose. Five for the facts in a no for the chose. Give me a gamble and the bet’s in the clear. Five for the reasons of Why you’re not here. Give me five minutes and the face is the facts. Gone with the minutes in I’ll not get you back.
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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