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.