MONS AUGUST 23 1914

No glory hear , only to much gore

Broken body's , body parts , as broken among the broken machinery of war

Blood on the green grass , gray matter , body organs , lay , human harts , still

beating , eyes blown out of scull sockets , looking at me with a blank stare's

Ripped , torn out of once living men

Horses , laying down , rip apart , some whimpering in terrible pain

Some walk , looking for there riders , one found his , with his nose , tried to get

The rider to move , the rider would no more be a siting astride his stead

Heads unattached , disjointed arms , legs and hands laying all around , confusion

All around

Imposable to say what belongs to who body parts belonged to who and what

Country , friend or foe

Death , the great divider of the human body

But in death , all the same , all equal , none different at all

No mater the the class you were in life

Voices , call for help , water , and mothers , few call out to fathers

Germans , voices , call for wasser , their , mutter's , few call out vader

Who told them of the gory , father's , vaders , fathers are like that

German , British , all are the same hear on the battlefield

Are they the glorious dead? are the dying , the wounded , in glory's embrace?

I lay back resting against a broken gun wheel , my intestines , attracting flies

My hands cut of at the wrist , so cant not brush away the flies

Nor have a smoke as I sit waiting , just the time to think , as I wait my end

As I look on I wonder why?

I was just 20 , never goner be 21 , and now never vote!



Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith



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A vivid account of war, you don't hold back on this one Ken, nor should you, much enjoyed. I have just come back from Bentley Priory today, well worth a visit and bought a book of poetry of Flt Lt Walker AE (Spitfire Pilot) thought you might like to take a look at Bentley. http://www.bentleypriory.org/
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White back home people sing patriotic songs and wave flags and cheer and salute the leaders who sent their children to such horrors. Pictures such as what you describe are never seen at home.
How does that make any sense???
Country! Patriotism! Flag! It means nothing but glory for one man who never goes to war.
Excellent poems.
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Ken, your poems of WWl are very personal, and present a universal point of view which truly express the plight of the individual in war, no matter how justified the cause may be. Well done (as usual).
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