The scalded soldiers

slid over the top

of the parched peak; waved,

awaited the pop

 

of reflexed retchings -

the wretched allure;

sweet shelling shrapnel

so bitter and pure.

 

Then dinning quiet but

clichéd tweeting; the

eerie aftermath

of gorge filled eating.

 

The troops fall silent

'til cries ring out and

once more the trenches

filled with doubt.