A poem of the horrors and brutality of World War One…
Where Once Stood Men
Fledgling thoughts murmur in the distance
Whispering with rolling thunder and fear
Pouring rain, seen but rarely heard
Tears, mourning a future that will never be
Lights flash, tearing through darkness
Thoughts turn to wives and sweethearts
Gas clouds roll in, creeping over the land
Shells expose shadows as all run for cover
A bloody mist hangs where once stood a man
Bloody boots and feet are all that remain
Breathing in vapor, blood, bone and sinew
His life blood mingles with yours
Footsteps sink deep into mud and men
Shells explode all round, a deafening thunder
Comrades fall, their cries felt but never heard
Torn apart and scattered before your eyes
Nostrils fill with a Sickly sweet stench
Of rotting flesh, gunpowder and smoke
Hovering in the air, clinging to skin and mind
A lingering…
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