Entrenched
(1914-1918 AD)
scars will close
but never go away
wounds so deep
blood just wants out
pop went the weasel
so many good men
lost in the lost and found
never to be seen again
gone over the top
bayonets fixed hanging
on the old barbed wire
turned into rags and flags
rattle of bones
bone-shaker the wind
mud-filled potholes
frozen at night
wandering shells
lullabies of strife
rage against friends
dug out early from life
rogermoorepoet 
Entrenched is very, very good. My favourite line: ‘…lost in the lost and found…’ Cheers, Chuck
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Thanks, Chuck. Both my grandfathers survived the trenches, one to later be gassed. He survived that too, but suffered terribly afterwards, though you would never have known it.
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