My feet rest on the muddy ground,
limp from distress,
as I peak over the sandbag mound,
in to no-mans-land.
German snipers stare at me we look eye to eye,
they miss me by half an inch,
then gas goes flying by.
I cough, I breath, I sneeze.
My stomach lurches from within,
I collapse with effortless ease,
to the rotting flesh beneath my feet.