It’s quiet in hell. Cold too.

Grim faces exchange stares

Engraving memories of those

Who won’t remember.

Work a shovel, stretch a ditch.

It’s all mud anyway.

The only good that happens here is you

Lose your sense of smell.

Eat in silence. It tastes like shit.

And it could be. Who cares?

Fog is a mercy, masks ennui

A sudden whistle blows.

Stand nervous, waiting to go,

Thinking of folks back home.

Ladders stretch upward to heaven.

Short climb for the damned.

Over the top, attack, attack

Bang, scream, go back, go back.

Down, duck, into deadly sanctuary

Dare to look around.

It’s noisy in hell. Hot too.

The tortured scream out blood,

Sickening flames etch bones of those

friends I can’t forget.