Trench Art, a poem by Stephen Kingsnorth at Spillwords.com
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Trench Art

Trench Art

written by: Stephen Kingsnorth

 

Over the top, crȇpe poppies, red,
shimmy shimmer, stink from mud,
tissue, scarlet, issued flesh,
Western Front, breeze laid-by breath.
Trench art of departed soles,
balls of feet sunk into boots,
brute force launch, earthwork rat-run,
imprinted where tree boles once grew.
Curdle yells, blood, thoughts of home,
dead recalled, repeated years.

Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth, retired to Wales, UK from ministry in the Methodist Church with Parkinson’s Disease, has had some 300 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies.
Stephen Kingsnorth

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