The rain stopped
the sun was gone
Mercy was in
short supply
Smoke hung over
the battlefield
A bugler in the mud
with his cry
Bodies were being
carted off
New songs were written
to the dead
Just another day in
World War 1
That started and ended
in dread
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem