Shifting Spies : Day 272 - 365 Days of Writing
Photo by Leonardo Yip on Unsplash
Hands on your neighbors shoulder
Feet dragging, deep in the night
the future awaits the brave
Flesh, flimsy pork, bones, nylon soft
We moved till no more
Shivering bitter cold snow.
Oath pot, men bind themselves here
All knee down was the command
Heads of the weak, starts to roll.
Few seconds, became stiff
Spies, wanted, but unseen
Next, upon us was air fleet.
Posted using Partiko Android