Toralf Cod
VAMPIRES
Front’s shifting,
– we’re on a roll!
Pushing on,
Liberating villages!
Freeing people!
Driving like mad, pushing everything back
Rushing past burning houses
– forest on fire
Scorched earth
Trucks rushing through the gate
Spreading across the school yard
–men running out
Doors kicked in
Shots fired
“CLEAR!”
– Shouted a dozen times
They left in a hurry,
– didn’t take their wounded
Soldiers lying in beds,
–rows of beds
Thirsty, hungry, in pain
– abandoned
SARGE!
You better come see this
(Doesn’t sound good)
In the basement
– showers
– boiler room
– gym
In darkness,
Behind locked doors
Women, Men, Children,
Hollow
Pale
Empty
Some dead,
The rest dying
Chem?
Bio?
“Help us, Gaspodin
They steal our children
They steal our life”
The woman says,
– arms of a junkie reaching out
It dawns on us;
They stole their blood
©Copyright May 5, 2002 by Toralf Cod