A Found Fragment - Poem by jerry hughes
'the Somme 1916'
I'm scribbling in incessent rain
and mud has turned to slush.
The stench of death is all about
and god's deserted us.
Last night I saw a young lad die,
he cried his life away.
I felt so bloody helpless -
Will it be me today?
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