Poetry Blog by Chris Co
He died on the first day
of the battle of the Somme
blood-shod and flailing in no-mans land
until one blow immortalised him.
Venerated in clay he became - everyman
classroom lesson, hero and bronze plaque
forever poised for his final call.
His face - grotesque lines of agony
until polish smoothed all away.
Now, more than a hun...
Wednesday 11th November 2015 6:48 pm