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No Man's Land

The Frenchman rises

from his shell hole


shambles forth

with aimless grace


I raise my rifle


ka-chuk

POW


He twists

but does not stop


ka-chuk

POW


He stumbles

into the razorwire


ka-chuk

POW


He snarls, shrieks

like an inbound shell


shaking loose flecks of dried mud

from his once-dandy mustache


locks

his dead gaze with mine


ka-chuk

POW


Mud-rotted flesh

tears like wet paper


He leaves his arm dangling from the fence

fingers twitching


ka-chuk


Raindrops sputter,

hissing on my rifle's barrel


POW


He gurgles his displeasure

as his jaw explodes


ka-chuk

CLICK


Scheiße!


I reach for my sidearm


as the Frenchman


reaches

for


me




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