The Beach

Sand tainted and defiled by depressed craters and disfigured forms, unrecognizable as bodies
Jagged spires of fire raging from the gnarled skeletons of tanks and jeeps
The erratic screams, exhausted and begging for fairness
The incessant gunfire rattling off in taunting response
Rotting flesh emitted from hours old corpses
Gasoline, ignited from burnt out engines of war
Cold, dampness on my shirt soaked with my own blood
My gun, empty and shattered beneath my defeated body
Tired, life washing away like the shore washes away the evidence