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