The Countless Fallen Poem by Eben S J

They call out
Their obnoxious repetitive sound
As their wounds worsen
Their screams strengthen

Secluded snipers
Pick us off
One after another
In a continuous wave

Eerie silence surrounds
And the stench overpowers
Their screams silenced
As their blood pools around them

The everlasting presence of death
Drives some insane
The wind, rain, bullets and shells
Are all too much for others

The only way I stay motivated
Is knowing I am stronger, smarter, luckier
Than the motionless
Lying in piles around my feet

My luck once found
Is now unbound
As my heart begins to pound
I launch my head above the mud mound

It is my turn to charge
Full throttle I go up the ladder
Ready to fight
Ready to die

Ninety years on
I still carry on
Being brave and loyal
Beneath heavy white crested stone