The wrenching

A wrenching from my guts
as arms and legs pass by my eyes;
torsos crushed under foot,
smashed still bleeding shins and thigh

yet I stand still
my breathing louder than
any advancing gun
my piss stains long forgotten;

we stood still not for the last time,
poised with one foot on the verge of Valhalla;
simple fools for King and country
whilst learned men played chess
with lives and lineage.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

2 thoughts on “The wrenching

    • I am a big fan of poetry from The Great War, especially Wilfred Owen, “Dulce et Decorum est”, the well known phrase “lions lead by donkeys” was what I was trying to get across. Thanks for the comment. Me like comments. Dave.

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