The faceless ghost
Bunker 219
Searches for
Men left behind
Amidst the gas
Of 1917
Battlefield tears
Phantom seen.
No mask no rifle
No sharpened blade
Walks through death
Soldiers slain
Trenches were
Fear and fire exchanged
The ghost he searches
In chilling disdain.
Left behind
You men of war
Distant far
From native shore
The faceless ghost
Bunker 219
Searches for
Men left behind.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
A chilly and haunting poem of death, war, separation, loss. Nicely done
appreciated, thanking you
You are welcome
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