An entrance to the beach,
through the back door of a truck
Designed for land and water
Lined up by its fellow machinery
Soldiers first greeting from new lands,
a plunge followed by a wade
Dragged under by a bergen and
the steel of a weapon
All this trapdoored by a billow
of cloud
Or perhpas the smoke of an explosion
And barely visible to the eyes of the men
A cliff face, shaded by the ominous cover for this all
