THE CREPING BARRAGE! (WW1) (Warning Very Descripive)We stood in our trench - waiting
As our guns let rip - ahead of us
We were to follow - a few steps
Behind - our shell's rained down
They called it a creeping barrage
So has to keep the Germans heads
When the barrage - had moved on
The officers blew their whistles
We climbed the ladders -
Up and over we went!
Over into hell - let loose!
A shell fell short - blowing some lads
To - kingdom come - body parts -
Blood - LOTS OF BLED OUT BLOOD!
Rained down on us!
I felt something - pope into my mouth
Spat it out - it tasted salty - felt slimey
Looking down - I saw it were an eye - it -
It were blue - I'll be remembering that - all my days!
I merely - gave a shrug - being in a battle
Kind of changes your attitude to both death and life!
I walked on forewould - forewould in to hell
That hell were all around us
Chum walking beside me - look - stared - at me
Jack The Mouth said! ; '' fook me, chum! '' ; '' look at you! ''
Out of the corner of his mouth he says -
Jack The Mouth: '' Well you look like a - butchers Christmas Tree! ''
'' Decorated - with sausages - some blokes - guts! ''
'' What the fook are you on about you twat?! '' Says I
Jack The Mouth: '' Twats like me inspire pricks like - you - too stand up and take notes! ''
'' FOR FOOKS SAKE - SHUT UP YOU BASTARD! '' Says me
'' If the Germans dont shut your FOOKING - mouth - I FOOKNG WILL!
Said through clenched teeth!
No wonder they call you - Jack The Mouth! ''
All said - with out us stopping! Heads bent down - as if were like we are walking into - A Storm of Rain and Wind!
We walked on! Walked on into - HELL - that - man were creating!
We passed a bloke - sat on the lip of a crater - less a leg - blown of at the knee! A lit fag in his lips!
At least he had a last smoke as he were dieing!
We exchanged nods - he and me knew - the score - nothing we could do to -
We'd been ordered : NO STOPPING FOR THE WOUNDED - EVEN IF ITS - YOUR BROTHER - KEEP MOVING - FOREWORD!
Later when I past the spot - he now lay dead - bleed out - bleed to Death!
Now he lay at the bottom of the crater - one of ours!
Blown off at his knee! A fag in between his lips -
At least he had a smoke as he Died - what a way to go!
Just dont get a choice - out hear!
Choices - made for yer!
He were bleeding to death - we had to keep moving on - as ordered
FOOK all - we could have done for the lad!
I walked back with out Jack The Mouth - a German bullet had shot of his - jaw!
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2018-07-18 at 11:28
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