To The Trench Poem by Ernst Toller

To The Trench

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Through shell-holes,
puddles of mud,
they trudge.
Over frozen
men in foxholes
they stumble.

Rats dart whistling across the distances.
Dead fingers rain down
& tap on rotting doors.
Signal-rockets,
corpse-lanterns…

To the ditch, to the ditch.

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Ernst Toller

Ernst Toller

Samotschin / Poland
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