Battalion Snake

Falklands 82

Battalion Snake


You wake with a start,
But there’s no sign of the snake.
No sign of the stars.

You’re holding your breath,
As you sit in the dark.
But you don’t know where you are.

There’s no sign.
The silence screams out at you.
While you frantically focus your eyes,

A hand touches your arm.
Causing further alarm.
The silence gets bigger,

As you,
Search for the trigger.
So you can blow them away.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Troops stretch out in single files that twist and slither across the land. From an enemy's point of view they could perhaps resemble a snake.

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Carla Mobley's picture

You do this well. Fear and violence. Dark imagination. Especially like the last line. It's a surprise.