Their Cries

Author’s Note: This is another response to, All Quiet on the Western Front. I loved the scene of the horses and I wanted to capture the feeling of them in misery and pain, but I liked the monotonously quote on page 74 for my mimic line.

I can hear them- their cries. The cries are unbearable, indescribable. The moaning, the grieving, and the pain screeches in my ears. My eyes have not yet set upon the source of these cries, but hearing the cries is excruciating let alone watching it in pain. I push back the branches to see a field- black clouds hover over the field, smoke fills the lungs from the fire burning. My eyes set upon a picture I wished to never see- horses. Their neighs are louder than ever. They scream for help, they scream for relief. There is no help for them. The only help is death to put them out of their misery. Water fills my eyes for I know there is no hope for them. Endlessly the horses cry, endlessly misery fills the sky, endlessly the souls die.

Mimic line:

“Monotonously the lorries sway, monotonously come the calls, monotonously falls the rain.” (74)