in that moment when your comrade falls
all the world is out of sequence
each space is subdivided into noise
fear and cruelty
crumpled parchment
stuffed into a crack
is every line of scripture
how could there be recovery from this
then another falls
we left behind will stiffen, shoulder loads
agree that we are soldiers
or at least survivors
there is a task that lies ahead
perhaps to drown in blood
with hands blown off
which is what it feels like
when another one falls
i am neither these lines
nor this war
this entire earth a cry of sorrow
for the things you will not see
my fallen comrade
