In Totality

Song of War

The soft thud of cleat-clad feet

stomping on the turf, working

overtime to drive back the enemies,

one strenuous step at a time;

The gentle whack of hands

making impact with padded chests at

full speed downfield, trying to

throw the receivers off balance;

The comforting voice of the quarterback

has escalated into a raging

war cry, pure determination slipping

out through his gritted teeth;

The quiet thump of the ball

being pressed into the running

back’s chest as he vaults over

fallen brothers through the enemy lines;

The subtle crack of helmets

as the defender makes contact,

wrapping his prey before going

in for the kill assisted by comrades;

The quiet beating of my heart,

quickening as adrenaline courses

through my veins, now pounds

wildly as I flatten my foe;

Thus is the sound of battle.

Thus is the song of war.