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An aching vista strewn with wreckage and drowning in mud stretched out like the entrails of a gutted and dying landscape soiled in the blood of the young sent to die one by one yard by yard dropping like leaves their cries snatched from their chests in gusts crimson flowers blossoming in turn amid the graves dug and filled by a deluge of whistling shells

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jesse-bourque

Canadian

Published: Aug 11, 2010
LinesWords: 2365

Notes: WWI was simply put, a giant meatgrinder.

(c) Jesse Bourque

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