Senseless

We all gather at the statue,
Rifle in tow
Straight from the storage depot
Time to march,
For Glory!

The plane lands at base,
We all make haste,
We brave soldiers can’t lose against these monsters.
For Glory!

Nightfall comes,
No attack.
They’ve all fallen back,
Crack open a pack lads,
Cheer!
To our success.

Whispers curl around
Hair arched back,
Quickly dispelled,
By dreams of our
Success and Glory.

The silence is dispelled.
By the roars of gunfire judgement,
By the blast of the mustard.
We’re under attack!
Let’s drive them back!

Mate after mate,
Falls back
To the midnight black.
Men chatter,
Bullets pitter patter
Over the senseless sky.

I fire and men fall down.

Like a skittle set.
But where are the monsters?

Do I go for a final attack?
Or will I fall into the black?
I wish I could go back.