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Aug 2018
Accidentally fell
into a small clearing
in a wood

to escape from battle
and saw the bodies strewn
line on line hundreds

of soldiers by soldiers
some whole as if sleeping
other not so

loss of limbs
or damaged beyond recognition.
He stood still and stared

and wearily leaned against a tree
some of these he'd known
had smoked and joked with

and talked of home
and fireside chat with
now lying here dead

and still and silent
except for the firing of guns
and rifles and bombs exploding

in a nearby field
just thrown here
like so much wasted goods

or carcasses of dead meat.
He lit a cigarette
with shaking hands

and closed his eyes
and pretended he was home
and safe and in his mother's arms

or by the fireside
looking at the flames
then a bomb exploded

extra loud
and he couldnt recall
any of their names.
© 17 minutes ago, Terry Collett
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  71/M/England
(71/M/England)   
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