The Remaining March To The Dark Poem by Mel Reyes

The Remaining March To The Dark



The remaining march to the dark
Mel Reyes

Walk my soldiers
into the field of nightmares

where guns are fired
and the hit fall

Where cannons are loaded
1-2-3 and boom!
Craters the earth
There goes his legs
Poor man, he's dead

There goes John
Who lived everyday
writing letters to his Mum
Night and day

What she doesn't know yet
won't quite kill her

The last letter in his bag
in his tent
on his bed

Another man down!
Yells a soldier in flee
Jumping over corpses
Like a bunny

Soon he screams
a roar echoes out
He's been shot down
I'm sorry Ms. Nickels
Says the troop at her door

There goes Matt
Who partied wild
who hit on girls
in his base town

But called his mother
To confirm he's alive

What she doesn't know yet
Won't quite kill her

And sprawled like a run over toad
Lay Matt on the floor
His last breath has slipped
Add one to a million

Retreat!
Yells the chief
And like wild cats
They flee
their tails
between their legs
They dare not look back

Is it over?
Asks one,
wiping the sweat from his face

The captain looks away
If only,
he says

A war could last forever
He started
Until one is taken down
I'm afraid

The remaining sigh
And drain inside

If only,
They wish,
I could return home again

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kate Kate 20 May 2007

I really like your style alot.

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