Elysian (2) – Infantryman’s Version

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Now I lay me down to sleep,

But not before – dried food – I eat.

Is it tasty?  Hard to tell.

Can’t get over my own smell.

Feet are blistered, back is sore,

Doubt I could have – gone five metres more.

But now like in Elysian Fields, I’ll find repose –

At least until my watch, I suppose.

 

Padre

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #143 – Elysian