I am using the daily prompts provided on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog on writersdigest.com
IN THE NAME OF THE FODDER
“What happens when we die?” the infantryman asked
as he pushed in his last remaining shell.
His trenchmate grinned and passed him the flask
“Maybe we go to heaven. Maybe stay here, in hell.
Maybe over that wall is a place unlike any other
Maybe it’s just nothing but nothing, just silence and blue.
I’ll tell you what…I’m all for nothing, brother.
You good for nothing, too?”