Trench-Fright Poem by Phil Ward

Trench-Fright



The rain so fresh so cool and clean,
Pains my face where the sweat has been,
So far so good but not far behind,
Are those headless riders of not mankind.

Rifles at dawn a raspberry surprise,
Don't fire a shot till the whites of their eyes,
Explode in the sunrise where shadows are waxing,
Emerging from armchairs where they've been relaxing.

Fasten my breastplate with tethers of silk,
And moisten my lips with coconut milk,
My heart is screaming my vision blurred,
My mind in melt-down of the absurd,
Seconds to go will this ever stop,
Okay men,
Over the top.

Thursday, November 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: warfare
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Gajanan Mishra 13 November 2014

Lovely and beautiful, I love it. Great.

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