Muddy Trench
For we stood
For we stood out there
On a field in France
Staring straight at death in its lair
Gun in hand, battle stare
For we fought
Man on man
Bayonet or bullet, hand to hand
For we screamed and we cried
Friends are dead; biding time!
For we thought in muddy trench
Loves we’d had, memories bend!
So I survived something you’ll never see
Cries in the night, screams on the breeze
You call me a hero because I came back?
Killed so many - I can’t come back!
I raise my glass to the fallen boys and men
Buried in the ash; some my friends
With you I’ll share a drink but don’t pretend that you could ever understand the hell of men.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2018
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