Caudalie

He roused from the trench
waiting for the alarm
Of planes and burning flames
in a waking orange dawn

He could barely see
from the slit of his bleary eyes
a weary soldier
who'd forgotten how to sleep

He lit a cigarrette
and took a deep draw
a slow death card
Though he wished for something more

A soft metallic drone rung from afar
A death messenger riding on metallic wings
He took another deep draw
and hope for a better hand

Caudalie