In the spirit of today's Remembrance/Armistice/Veterans Day, I give to you a poem, written by me and influenced by the Great War


A field, pockmarked with holes. 
No-man's land, with forgotten soldiers, 
Former foes, now friends, 
Resting on the same plane. 
The endless coils of barbed wire, 
Like the claws of a vulture, 
Tearing the flesh of it's victim. 
The guns open up 
And the air is rent with the heat of bullets. 
Shells explode overhead 
In a symphony of sound and colour. 
The terrible beauty of the scene... 
The firestorm, threatening to engulf the trenches, 
Dark rain descending upon them. 
And suddenly, silence. 

Ko celede, ursa heghā argum
Cvartero, heghā tepora imenerum,
Anydaio ahrashum, et soerum,
Myērn emthoweno ora ami outys.
Andvā stomum uv ireghar,
Le bokum uv ko khrios,
Kruzens apiehosdūr uv men tvomo.
Bandveleum frino
Vyn uft uv sōtrum hroens eel
Isōtum azvaamen kat
Jin opulienav uv opuliet vyn ferrus.
Ouksavana laferrion uv oustano...
Urbratermorus straurlevens cielven akstroitum,
Haalana ath raons tad myērak.
Vyn atyrio, greopulor.



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