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The poem takes place in a make shift hospital, on French soil near the Battle of Somme 1916. Ward or morgue, stacked are the wounded and dead.


Submitted:Jan 24, 2008    Reads: 167    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


Cob webs laced with dust

stretch with the ill winds of 1916

Fades of candle light low

volumes of pain touch highs

Haig and his heroic call

muted by sore reality

Stone of the Somme

heavy and inflexible

Busy are the untrained hands

blunt tools gather poison

The dried ink of failure

expressed as blood splatter

Within the mud paste

that smears his broken brow

A single bead of sweat

fears the looming shadow of death

His gaze lost at some strange junction

choices represented by a bold red cross

Amongst the confusing French air

his heart ceases to care

A tag for his cold toe

simple reads 276#

Unaware, a shaken spider

clings to his sticky home





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