two men sit in a trench
the night's sky watches them
they ignore the heavens
listen to the thunder.
fireworks go off
closer and closer
they anticipate the onslaught.
they close their eyes
pray to different gods
for safety
the safety of their brothers in arms
the safety of families left on different continents
the prayer ends.
it is upon them
they dart into the blinding storm.
in a matter of minutes
these two men will meet
one will die by the hands of the other.
