The Trenches

by | May 10, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

Through the rain.
And through the showers.
Passing by the muddy hours.

Over we go blood & tears flow.
Bullets, bombs and shrapnel.
And down soldiers blow.

Silence all around.
Corpses and bullets on the ground.
Family tears beyond the years.

Rats and flies feeding on the flesh.
Bully beef horrible as death.
Barbed wire and craters all around.
And the sight is so profound.

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