Life, turned upside-down
In an instant; from the shadows
Of nowhere death cries out
Its shrill grotesque voice
That calls in many ways.
Prickled fear electrifies the body
As pure madness slowly erupts
From every space and nook;
The only thing that drowns
Out the cries of the dying
Is exhalation from the reaper. You
Will only hear him if he is close
To you; the cold breath misty
Arms that embrace, envelop.
Enshroud. Cry, plead, surrender
Hope – he has come for us this day
In the form of a lone Iraqi soldier.
Our piece of mind has been killed;
Death becomes us.