Submitted by tellthemadmin on Mon, 04/11/2011 - 19:20
Armistice Day by Ted Crinnion ( age 9 )
Muddy trenches, and wet, usually,
Dug by our own men, and their own men,
In them, canons, machine guns, ammo, sniper-scopes,
French English, Canadians, Russians,
And on the other side, the Germans - soldiers all.
Some of them sleeping, some of them attacking,
Some of them defending, some of them dead. And rotting.
Maggots, lice and rats. Everything bloody and stinking.
In the trenches, after the war had finished,
Buried bones in grey, green, and blue uniforms,
Rusting shovels, lamps, shells, and unexploded bombs,
And poppies growing, above.
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