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| Posted by: Camac 03-Nov-2008, 01:18 PM |
| Mud, Stench, Desolation Shattered Trees Shattered Souls Death hangs In the air Shells screech Tearing the silence Asunder,roaring overhead Plunging to Earth Wounding the Land Geysering soil,rocks And bodies in ugly Mushrooms skywards To cascade back, haloing Another crater Bleeding putrid water The rats grow fat And ever bolder Odious chisel teeth Grining from blood Smeared faces as They gorge on Rotten offal that Once were men. Fear chokes the brain That teeters on The edge, legs tremble Body quakes, waiting Waiting for the Piercing shrill of Whistles that Signal attack and Steady the nerves The fear is there But now contolled Along the line The Khaki mud Boils up and out To flow across The Tortured Land And falter at The wire wall There met by Deaths own Leaden Hail And Slaughter Done at Passchendaele. |
| Posted by: Lady-of-Avalon 03-Nov-2008, 01:45 PM |
| A very explicit and gruesome image of war you describe. As I read your poem I can walk in this field and smell and see the vivid image of Death. Well written Camac, LOA |
| Posted by: Harlot 03-Nov-2008, 05:55 PM |
| Your poem has brought memories of what little bits of war my father would let my brother and I hear. It had me remember Vet Nam,and the time my father and daughter went to see Saving Private Ryan.We came out crying and my father saying " Thats as close to the real thing I hope you would ever have to see". Wonderful poem,something for everyone too remember. I hate war all wars |
| Posted by: flora 03-Nov-2008, 07:36 PM |
| Reminds us to give special thanks to all our Veterans. Specially since November 11 is Veteran's Day in the US. Flora |