THE BATTLE GROUND (WORLD WAR ONE)
Any one who recons battle is all gloryNever been in one!
It's desperation , fear , a long time ago
We stopped asking why , what the war was all about
The dead laying out in front
Slowly rotten , decaying before our eyes
We can't bury them , or , we're be laying with them!
Some times get detailed off to go out at night in to no mans land
To fix the wire , or fix the phone line
Hope Jerry don't hear or see us
We'd crawl out , trying to be like moggys* back home at night hunting for mice
The night is cold , yet we sweat , sweat runs of us in rivets
Fear , our constant companion
A very light rises in to the night sky , we hit the grounder , I land on a body
Mostly ribs , now , rats stream out , the stench , the taste of rotten flesh , fills my Mouth , and I swlow some , involuntary , I wona throw up , but dare not
Me and me chums , fix the wire , attach the phone , it was easy to night , Uselessly takes most of the night
We decide to head back to our trench , we go back separately , just encase
Jerry , has heard us
I go last , it was my turn , I wait , till me chums , had , made the trench
As I kick off , something grabs me by the ankle , '' Oh shit ''
I kick back free my self , makes it back , at some speed!
When I reached our trench , I vomited up me guts , and shit me self
I do not know what had grabber , me by the ankle , I weren't goner hang about
To find out!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
* Moggy , name given to a domestic cat
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-02-27 at 22:18
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