basking in the glow of a million exploding grenades

oh my eyes
through dusty splinters
searching the ground for losses
torn scraps of metal, holes in the walls
ceilings caving in, ears ringing
hesco hotels and radio calls
shoulder launched disappears in the sparks
green light white light go
lined up in sight no where to go
cradled in ammunition
weakened but still strong
violent hellfire rage rips the atmosphere open
eyes adjust
itching trigger fingers til dawn
sights lined and set to call
no telephone, no satellite, no alcohol
tango oscar november india golf hotel tango
whiskey alpha sierra
delta echo alpha tango hotel

without which would i be better
without which would i survive
i was outside within
lost in a lasting transition

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