The soldier lies, a piece of rotting flesh-
Nothing more, nothing less.
Next to barbed wire, half buried by muck,
Faces covered over, knee deep sludge.
Their bodies filled with lead;
That final, silent whistle -
A deadly sound.
Their end.
Their lives never left their trench.
Bent bodies lie upon brown ice
A reflection on the end of life.
Their water-logged trench remains their bed
Their boots shield their withered bone,
Nothing more, nothing less
Silence, bowed heads, heroic deeds;
Death, sadness, misery;
Those petty deeds without meaning
The foreclosure of their lives.
The rotting flesh in their trench.
War is Hell.
Nothing more, nothing less…
© Jay Blamey 2012
Jay Blamey
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