The scar is here upon my leg
remembrance of a time gone by
when sifting through the killing fields
I chanced upon a cobbled wall.
Flattening quickly to the ground,
the silence roaring in my ear,
the only sound my pounding heart
as slowly I began to crawl,
imagining the other side,
my courage setting with the sun.
Frozen low behind a tree
I waited for the night to fall.
With darkness came the chilling rain.
The ground turned quickly into mud
and as I sank into the mire
I prayed to find the wherewithal
to, finally, just before the dawn
gather in the reins of fear
to throw myself across the top,
and later on I would recall
the blast that I had triggered off,
the shrapnel burning through the day,
the gunship hauling me away.
The wall was mine and that was all.