Alchemisland

Can’t hear the man’s name, strained voice 

Like the works are constrained, spiders crawling up flushing drains

Move fast, a man fleeing battle

His unit, that creek no paddle

Creaking knees, rusted Talos

Tallow skin turned to mush

Mustard gas, troops from Russia

Hussars on horseback wearing busbies

I see mustard gas floods rushing toward me.