Trenches

In between
the swollen graves and
huddled masses
we wait and we write;
we write and we wait
all spent but for
a little more dirt reached;
talking over fighting
shouting over shooting,
foreign tongues silenced
as and when they fall.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011 

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