the unsheltered

The Ancient History Of Colin On The Wire...

You're lying in your shell scrape, the trees are thick around,
Colin's on the watch again, alert for every sound.
The scrape is never deep enough, the fresh earth close you smell,
You wonder as you dig down deep if you’ll end up in hell.
But hell is all around you, and heaven is long gone,
A girl you knew from other days who'd kiss you, on and on.
You wonder as you lie there, if the time will come to fire,
If you'll hear a voice beside you whisper "Trouble on the wire."
A twig is snapped behind, and a bird flies out in front,
And Donny mutters in his sleep, and you want to kill the c**t.
But you can't hear the screams of pain, see tracer trails tonight,
Won't feel the rain you're waiting for, there is no firefight,
The sounds of war have faded now, the Long Green is long gone,
Yet every night you're there again, you wonder what is wrong.
Thirty years afterwards, you wish the fear would leave,
But every time you go to bed, your safety net unweaves.