the remaining trees bore witness to the stares of men seeking out death so they could avoid it the remaining trees grow strong on the bodies of men who found it never to return home to loved ones ordinary jobs ordinary lives
no one can come here the land still poisoned by the hate of those determined to **** each other with lead, chlorine mercury and arsenic unexploded shells and grenades can still **** 100 years on
it is quiet nature is allowed the freedom to grow fill the void that was once mud trenches and shell holes this really is no man's land because we made it so
There are areas in France called Zone Rouge, where it is still too dangerous to go after WW1, they estimate it will take 300 years to clear them. The title was WW1, but I have changed it after N's comment to the iron harvest which is a much better title. You can see his work here: https://hellopoetry.com/u738268/