Author: holocaustpulp PM
A concept not limited to WWI.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 155 - Published: 05-21-07 - id: 2364772
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We arose as skeletons
laboring our joints from the bed frame's
sitting up to fetch our boots from the termite floorboards;
standing and dressing our raw muscle.
lined against eroding
the ridged tin plates
ran crooked (and so did I,
Laughing in the room
beside ours I heard girls
and when they unlocked the door
– too young to know that they were soldiers –
they did not expect the trenches.
I gave them a warm smile, and I reckon we all did the same.
I put my rifle in the corner.
his stern beckon in the
atom bomb glare of day,
We slouched across from
them in chairs with loose legs,
and I told them a story of King William,
and one of our company, not wanting to be irrelevant, added:
Yup, ol' William.
He died, but he's fine now.