Raw ground hamburger machine gun rounds <br />rattle tattle shells from <br />the devils dirty turf. <br />On the other side, <br />bagpipes and drums try triumphantly <br />to rally the men forward out of fear <br />into the white curtain of powder smoke <br />where unanswered prayers float <br />upward into nowhere. <br /> <br />Written by Sara Fielder © Dec 2012<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-zone-a-2-minute-poetry-slam/
