The earth grows moldy in fog. <br />The evening is as oppressive as lead. <br />Electric sparks crackle and whimper all around, <br />Breaking everything in two. <br />Like wretched hobos <br />Cities are smoking on the horizon. <br />I lie, God-forsaken, <br />In the rattling front line of defenders. <br />Many copper enemy birds <br />Buzz around heart and brain. <br />I stand firm in the grayness <br />And defy death.<br /><br />Alfred Lichtenstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-battle-at-saarburg/
