SHATTERED ON TURN BEACH

SHATTERED ON TURN BEACH
The bombs are on their way.
We have about four minutes if
we want to live another day.
Formation solid.
Directionally-molded.
There’s no more holding on.
We watch each others bones.
Radio gear is gone.
Alone and we’re under attack.
Maroon flash Busted friends.
Started off as sixty-five
and now were down to ten.