Scenes from a War front

Silently she watches,
waiting
in a pool of mud
behind the blades of grass
that sweep over the tips of of her helmet.

Her lover is at war
Shooting t-56 artilery at the enemy
While she watches his back
Heart beating, sweat beads and perspiration pouring
down the base of her spine

Suddenly up shoots a blast of smoke
That infiltrates the air like a cloud on top of a fountain!

She runs into danger and begins to shoot
Desperation fills her heart as chaos floods her mind
She races on with no thought or care for her own life

When suddenly

Her boot tilts over a soft bag of human flesh
Causing her to fall head-down and flat on the nose with a thud

Her gun leaves her hand and flies to the furthest ground
Her eyes turn back to see
The body of her lover

In soldier uniform
Lies the man who made love to her the night before
killed in the battlefront.

She clings to the ground and cries into the dust
Blood and sweat, teats and saliva pouring down
She screams in agony, calling out to her lover

She's too grieved
to notice the enemy's shadow
looming over her quaking body.

Bang!

And she is silenced.