My effort from 2010


Pals

Those muddy boys,
pressed as moulds
into the grey-blue stench,
lie quietly now,
the terrifying cacophony
still rages through their skies,
though silently
before their chilling lifeless eyes,
that stare a fruitless search,
for mother, England, home.

What was the point you were making in your title Graham?

I notice that some of these discussions get no response but a lot of looking at. I wonder why that is?