Flanderd

Flanders

 

In the dawn over Flanders

Wounded horses move no more

And dead soldiers look small.

The stillness is fragile beautiful.

 

Soldiers in dugouts smoke

Eat from cans

Waits for another the fighting

To commence.

 

God sighs deeply

He had given us a free will

He had been rash

Regrets his frivolities.

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