Isaac Hollander McCreery, 13 July 2016
Noxious, sour fumes,
Clouds of bitter and angry earth,
Undead flowers, blooming into the sky.
I sucked them up,
Drank them, breathed them,
Daily bathed and nightly slept in them.
I coughed, choked,
The brades of deaths past wrapped around me,
Strip searched me, and
Left me cut and bleeding.
With the acrid taste in my mouth,
My eyes watered and the skin under my young beard burned.
But through the saline and shivers,
Though the shatters and shocks of shells,
I swear to you, on all the clack and rattle of death I’ve ever heard,
That for a brief moment,
Before I wavered and fell,
I saw the sun.