Band of Brothers

brothers
fought back to back,
defending their blood,
their guts in the dust,
shooting lead into the red
trying to b r e a t h e
through air hung dread
being fed with all that is
dead...
Bullets spare no mercy.

The crimson night was cruel,
They fight all in sight,
in spite of the bites
they fight, fight, fight.

Side by side,
defending:
Their kin.
Their flagged ground,
Their victory, so
hollow, hear now its
swallowed sound:
Drowning in the
groaning, atoning mud,
tears of exhaustion
and the caution that,
Victory knows no mercy.

Soldiers, exchange memories of
conkers is that bonkers..?

For the now cold clammy,
nightmares,
are splattered with
Murdering
S c r e a m s!

War strikes, like
an icy claw tearing
the fragility of innocence.
It cares not for life
Only for the:
-Feeling of death,
-The feeling of hands ready to choke
-The feeling of crushing time
below the water grime...

Drowning, life with war
Drowning families, what for?
There is a lot more drowning in store...

War knows no mercy.

A lightning assault,
a bolt of jagged,
metal rips into
a brother's thin skin,
like snagging the finest silk
with a rusty cleaver.
Sacred life exposed to
Satan's barbed teeth.
the beating of life starts to slip...
Each beat devoured by war,
Each beat slurped, sucked and spat out...

Shrapnel knows no mercy.

You fight, continuing to defend me...
A sentinel - standing like
a pillar, a gorilla
of unconquerable iron,
my brother doubles his
sweat to keep me safe.
This is my brother...
Is he my saviour?

Counting down the beats,
slowing beats:

My brother going hand to hand
Slashing with cold steel

Beat...beat

Throats' cut, livers' sliced
Bodies fall like trees

Beat...
like a clock releasing energy
when its key is lost
there is nothing left
to wind. I am out of blood, out of time...

Out

of

bea...

War knows no mercy.

M. Moran
14.9.15