The Boy in the Trench With the Cold Gun.

It is dark.
Where are my hands?
Where is my brother?
Where is my mother?

There are so few of us.
It scares me.
I am scared.
We are scared.

They are in the trees and bush.
They are quiet.
We are quiet.
We are quiet.

My gun is cold.
My brain is cold.
I can't think.
I don't want to think.

Someone is saying something.
They are yelling.
Why?
Why are they yelling?

We are getting up.
We are up.
We are standing.
I am upon my feet.

Someone yells.
We are running.
I am sprinting.
We are all rushing.

It's very cold.
The moon is out.
I am sweating.
The stars are out.

Metal is in me.
Metal is in me.
Metal is in me.
Metal is in me.

I see my brother.
I see my mother.
I see the moon.
I see the stars.

I'm not cold.