In a dream of mine ..I saw
A thousand children die
One atop another ..strewn
Awkwardly...Unnaturally ..
Frozen..posed
In death they lie
Arms and legs..
Useless guns
Unspent blobs of lead
All about.. these few
These true
All about...are dead
Gray ..on smeary shades of dark
This sodden.. sobbing earth
Helpless.. to assuage these sons
Freezing fog..
Blasting guns
Muddy pits.. no shelter here
Naught remains
Not even fear
In death..
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This is a stark and raw write of grit and war. Nicely written and a fave
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