The Helmet

The Helmet

Only I see

The abandoned helmet

In the middle of a dried out river bed,

Air unzipping quickly ,

Metal teeth exploding

As I crawl like an alligator,

To the other side,

Rocks cutting my chest,

Blood warming my skin,

Bullets jetting overhead.

Oh, brave turtle, lost to me

In a journey to the other side–

I will never be safe.