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.
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