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Hill 60
poppies blood
on the green grass
on the hills of mud
away they pass...
© by Jan Theuninck
Thursday 23rd May 2024 12:33 pm
Passchendaele (Autumn 1917)
Passchendaele (Autumn 1917)
Blind, wide open, eyes.
Dripping poppy petal tears.
Crimson rivers flow.
Fields transformed to mud.
Deep cut trenches scar the earth.
Wounds that will not heal.
Gas clouds drift from hell.
Death exhaled in fetid breath.
Lost boys fall like flies.
Ghosts haunt no mans land
searching for their bitter souls
in butchered bodies.
Finding empty shells,
...
Saturday 24th May 2014 11:50 pm
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