World War # 1

by Paul Mills   Mar 10, 2005


Sprawled embrace of shallow hollow
Crack and ping distant and near
Spew stench of carcass each breath
Fading light rise sudden fear

Tattered remnants from woven bolt
Squall whimpers of men cry out
Deliver me from this foreign shore
Lord end this tormenting hopeless doubt

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