1914
1914
When did he know it
Feeling the ebbing flow
Less and less life drifted away
In the trenches -- when did he know
Heard the frightened horses
The pounding of his heart in the last night
Retreating from life were such forces
He felt them pulling in the gray morning light
So many bodies so many cries
Medics desperate holding bandages and morphine
Dust and blood rising in the skies
The calls for mother as if pulled into a dream
As the light faded
The man next to him held his hand
Another shot and the medic waited
With a prayer that they all, each one
Would pass into a better land
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2021
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