The smell of ether
An orange flare
Confined submission
Fills the air
A fading signal of distress
Counting the wounded
No time time to rest
A final prayer
This ship’s going down
Faces lie forward
Hands are all bound
Hope and glory
Unreachable now
Nervous glances
Collide somwhow
Plasma fluid
Quiets the thirst
A dead calm rises
Who will be first
Burned with gas
The mask goes on
Subversive warfare
No right from wrong
St epping forward
Into the unknown
Stepping forward