Unknown Solider

Unknown Soldier

 

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 hundred years on -

though horrified surprise no longer emerges

he still looks out, as if to trenches.

 

Audio recording below:

https://soundcloud.com/chris-coey-poetry/unknown-soldier

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