Written in a Petrarchan rhyming scheme, this is my poem for Remembrance Day, written for both sides, and remembering the futility of war.
Passchendaele.
Death in no-man’s land, crying, pain
The Unknown Soldier, lost to sight
Machine gun bullets fire, smite
The fallen, the dying, wounded slain
No victory here, no triumph, gain
Taste bitter failure, reap wasted fight
Death stalks the battlefield by night
Barbed wire, mud, and endless rain
And aftermath, dismembered dead
No burial, funeral, muddy grave
Where they fought, they fell, they lay
Fates cut the slender, fragile thread
Mourn the fallen, lives they gave
Wear poppy this remembrance day
Passchendaele.
Death in no-man’s land, crying, pain
The Unknown Soldier, lost to sight
Machine gun bullets fire, smite
The fallen, the dying, wounded slain
No victory here, no triumph, gain
Taste bitter failure, reap wasted fight
Death stalks the battlefield by night
Barbed wire, mud, and endless rain
And aftermath, dismembered dead
No burial, funeral, muddy grave
Where they fought, they fell, they lay
Fates cut the slender, fragile thread
Mourn the fallen, lives they gave
Wear poppy this remembrance day
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