Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

Trenches

Trenches

Clop !

Clop !

Ployp Plop !

Clop !

Is all I hear

Above my head
The ground beyond
Has vented its thirsty anger

Blop !

Is it blood ?

Drop !

In the pools gathers
Ruts of cloying mud

Drop !

Quiet now
Save for the rattling hiss
Of sneaking wire

Drip !

Am I the only one here

Plop ployp !

And the horses stank
In their leaping cannons of shrapnel
Blown apart

Drip !

I’ll wait
Here

Drop !

I’ll stay here
Forever
Ployp Plop !

Here in the sound
Of dripping
Silent
Dark

Orange red and wet
Tore
Ripping thunderous
And I
And I
And I
Hit burning
Something burning hot

Is it blood ?

Drop !

Plip !

Plop !

Blood in the runnels 
And scars
Am I the only one here
In sickening cold

Blop !

Blyp !

I’ll wait here
I’ll stay here
Forever

Drop !

Pllllyop !

Drip drop !

Plop !

Dribble 

Plop

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Jacque Lee November 10, 2008 at 3:34 PM heart wrenching, well done Colin. Jacque Lee England

Michael Torres November 10, 2008 at 2:41 PM The result of war. A dying man's call and thought's very graphic . Excellent write Colin. Michael Torres