Tea Time

Tea time. My watch says four its time for tea but I’m not where I ought to be. Instead I’m stuck in this foul trench amidst the mud and slime and stench Rotting remains which used to be young English soldiers just like me. My country called I volunteered. My parents saw me off and cheered They were quite proud to se me go “To teach some manners to the foe” But now the smoke and gas has cleared I’m on my own just as I feared. Our forward trenches over run I’m trapped behind the wily Hun I would surrender if I could but I cannot I’m losing blood. I think my time is nearly done. The only thing that I have won. A nameless grave like many more. No one can calculate the score of those who died on either side. Involuntary suicide. There are no winners in this war a fact the generals ignore. I watch my life blood drain away. Surprised to find I do not mind. I will be pleased: I have to say . to leave this rotten war behind. A game I volunteered to play I cannot stand another day The mud the blood and misery which all around me I can see. I leave behind without regret. But I can see them clearly yet My mothers friends all taking tea I wonder if she’s proud of me. 24-Oct-07