happiness is an option

The Mongol Hordes besieged our city
during the heart of winter,
as a blizzard swept in like a shroud.
Visibility was measured in inches and
not even dogs would venture into the snow.

When our bullets ran out
the captains ordered their men
to load the catapults
with fallen soldiers
and fling
those broken, bloody bodies
at the invaders.

I tried to tell them
that I
was still breathing.