The Charging Hats

The Charging Hats

The air is thick
with the battle scent
the sky is heavy
as the bombs descend.

The scent of death
is black and white
cannon path near end
it’s time to fight.

Charging hats push fast
screaming footprints gun
when blades seek flesh
the blood rivers run.

Unforgiving back and forth
the fight is relentless
surging body form
till becomes defenseless.

The essence of silence
where no man retains
with fighting soul
time to bury remains.