Steel ground beneath, grinning sun watching on.
Step like
spring rainfall, soft, gentle and slow.
Take care in this
minefield, though it looks calm,
Your conflagrant death lurks just
down below.
Make a single misstep and all is lost.
Glowing digits shall be
your only guide.
Lapse in judgement, pay a terrible cost.
Luck
and logic are where all hope resides.
Time flows like blood dripping from a cut vein.
Know innocent
lives depend on your skill.
And though you may trudge on with cold
disdain,
Their screams of death will be hollow and shrill.
Oblivion, soldier, should you once stray,
Lies beneath plains
coloured gunmetal grey.