The poem is about a groupofsoldierswaiting for a battle to begin, but before the battlenothinghappens, yet somuchhappens as theyfight a waragainstnature that ultimatelydestroysthem
Our brainsache in the mercilessicedEastWinds that knifeus: 'Personification,sibilance, and imagery of the soldiers being destroyed by naturebefore the battleevenbegins'
We just sit tight whilewindDives and strafesinvisibly:'Juxtapositionbetween the initialconfidence of being "prepared" and the realization that they are helplessagainst the forces of nature'
Because at this moment in the text it realizes that as human beings they spend so much time looking out following the news doing what they've been told hate that person forget that person never realizing that the same people that have taught you to hate the same people that have taught you to live a certain way when the time is right they will attack you as well
Suddenly he awoke and was running raw in raw themed hockey he sweat heavy stumbling across the field of clothes towards a Green Hedge that dazzling with rifle fire
Then he almost stopped in what called Clockwork the stars of the Nations was he the hand pointing at that second he was running like a man who has jumped up in the dark and runs listening between his footfalls for the reason of his still running
And his foot hung like statutory in mysteried then the shot slashed forwards threw up a yellow hair that roll like a fling and crawl in a threshing Circle his mouth opened silent his eyes standing out
He plunged path with his bayonet towards the Green Hedge King on a human dignity Etc dropped like luxuries and yelling alarm to get out of that blue crackling ear his terrorist touchy Dynamite
This poem is about a soldier who wakes up and he is in the middle of a battle and he runs and as he's running he's thinking what am I doing here why am I even here and then by the end of the poem he realizes that everything he's been sold is a lie everything he's been fighting for is a lie