~Sand Box Hero~

©   r. meuser  

Face down in sand

Covered in dust

shreds of flesh

in a bloody crust

Chest split open

by shrapnel sharp

it cut him deep

pierced his heart

On his face

a lifeless stair

A grenade had hit

no life did spare

Rifle in death drip

ready to fight

lay still and silent

on this flare lit night

Hopes and dreams

of this humanity

blown away

by war’s insanity

With no regrets

he never thought twice

freedom was purchased

he paid the price

    Rob Meuser

The spoken word is for those close enough to hear.

The printed word is for the world to read. 

 Rob is a member of Free Verse Poetry Group. Thank you Rob.