musty grainy desert
basted, baked, cooked
unlike our fowl rations of food
dry bumpy uneven
not a patch on the
jaggy relentless mountainside
not a solid rock
rest or rely on
breathing mould
wet, slippery
breathing roaring
waterfalls
lead you to the sea
of stench
more bodies
insects crawling
digging into
woven flesh
drowning the symbolisation
of life
echo, whispering
mocking, deceiving
shallow and smooth
surface
pulls you in
with false hope
entices your senses
with salt and cleansing
until your too late
bloated, gone,
witnessing its under current
hand of waves
Sirens screaming
fireworks burning
sniffing homing
out Soldiers like
they are deer,
foxes
relentless hunt
blood everywhere
death everywhere
see it, feel it in your veins,
in your throat, in your water
instinctively crawl
blisters all over
trying not to be heard
Winter frost bite
might lose another part of you
piece by piece
hope is shattered
like sound of
speeding ammo
crashing all around
heart is pounding
feeling faint
is it fever
or is it
fight or flight?
no time to think
your on borrowed time
night and day
who knows
every split second counts
your life is no longer your own
it's in some one else's hands
dirty, paper pushing, hands
robot, experiment, Guinea pig
just like everyone who is here
hoping, praying, wishing
all end, except your life
go on, get the hell out
of this hell-bent situation
once and for all
smoke, try and calm you down
deep breaths while you can
herb, drink, anything
to help the pain
search for ages
sun up, sun down
beaten up, fire up
food, fags, fire power
wish you were fired
but no such luck
no place like home
used to moan about
outside toilets.
©Julia McClay 2015
Weaving Words
