Cellar Death Bed

so the skin hangs on bone
pulled by inevitable fate
soldier chokes on air of death
exhaling the next epidemic

so the sheets stain with blood
desecrated by this sacred fluid
the soldier's wounds weep in red
dripping angst of a wartorn man

so the eyes glaze with black vision
forever where he will rest
soldier closes his swollen lids
ending cycle of cellar death bed