Trenched.
The sear of midday\'s acid heat
paled black mud as guns\' battle fervour
cracked ruts in trenched earth.
Nothing stirred but eddies of smoke
that smote burnt lips while choking breath
shuddered as life ebbed.
The unnumbered lists of lined names
depict how massive was sacrifice
when sanity died.
War pins no elation on those
who would have won global peace had
not greed beat compassion.