A slain monster lies in the sun. Eyes and teeth are scattered among festering wounds. The beast has seven legs and five faces. There is no giggling now, or bravado. There is only despair.
I cannot walk away, my boots wont move. I taste blood as I bite through my cheek and cigarettes are lit. Still no one speaks, our fear screams in silence and I want to run.
I pick out features of humanity. Fingers, ribs and toes. The bodies now as one, lumps of meat clinging to a spine. I walk away as the sky darkens and a naked soldier lies face down next to a road, his boots still laced.
My breathing is ragged as I look at him. I then glance back at the monster and I struggle to get air. Everywhere I look there are dead children. I close my eyes and spit out blood.
As we leave I cannot form words. I think of home and see my street littered with fallen soldiers. I look at a photo of my son, his eyes are shut and I imagine him dead and a sob escapes my lips.
Embarrassed I crawl into my hole. I watch the shells flash far away and listen to the dull thumps. I sit down and rock back and forth and I speak out loud... 'I don't want to die'