Machine
guns firing, the bullets are coming.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The noise is stunning!
The
men storm on through all the terror,
Until
a bomb goes off - an enormous tremor.
Bloodshot
eyes; tired, tired men.
"Keep
going, boys! It’s almost the end."
The
war is over, the combat finally done,
The
blood trickles into the ocean, under a blazing sun.
The way this poem has a bit of a performance style is
that it has repetition in the words ‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’ and ‘tired, tired
men.’ It also suggests sounds with
‘Machine guns firing’ and ‘A bomb goes off - an enormous tremor'. The colour I chose to use in the poem is red
as it is seen in 'bloodshot eyes' and the blood of the soldiers.