Randomness in war
As maelstroms go..., it was a mother of all maelstroms
Bombs!
All types imaginable
Then as quiet as a Sunday stroll over dark peak
And there we were..., crisp underfoot
On terrain easily navigable
Out in the open
Stretcher laden with killing kit
Search and destroy arty game
This way or that?
Scrape, run or just sit?
It's funny how your mind works when your deep in shit
God, mum..., all seem so far away
Madness to stay
On a billiard table with grenades rolling back and forth
Only way is forwards
Towards...,
The firefight
It never leaves you, that sense of I want to live.
Yet knowing it ain't really your call.
Randomness in war is all..
KK2017
Artwork: wireless ridge, oils on canvas
As maelstroms go..., it was a mother of all maelstroms
Bombs!
All types imaginable
Then as quiet as a Sunday stroll over dark peak
And there we were..., crisp underfoot
On terrain easily navigable
Out in the open
Stretcher laden with killing kit
Search and destroy arty game
This way or that?
Scrape, run or just sit?
It's funny how your mind works when your deep in shit
God, mum..., all seem so far away
Madness to stay
On a billiard table with grenades rolling back and forth
Only way is forwards
Towards...,
The firefight
It never leaves you, that sense of I want to live.
Yet knowing it ain't really your call.
Randomness in war is all..
KK2017
Artwork: wireless ridge, oils on canvas
Comment