a surrealist first few lines
to immortalize break of dawn
picking a poppy over the parapet
in genocide Great War trench
agony dust echoing through time
smelt not now is rancid stink
disintegrating human flesh eyes
which fertilizes butchered fields
barb wire bomb blasted wastelands
where rats bold feast fresh corpses
smelt not now is choke rancid stink
disintegrating limbs human flesh eyes
which fertilizes butchered mud cake fields
barb wire shredded slaughter wastelands
where rats feast gorge fresh abattoir corpses
smorgasbord sticky skeletal titbit tasty treats
decay saturated mud gas bloated stomachs
death shares decaying putrid rat meals
madness spreads to new fresh blood battlefields
with ever more advanced slaughter weapons
with ever more efficient killing machine cruelties
poppies bloom through new design modern uniforms
agony echoing through time echoing through time
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
A very powerful visceral piece The rats of the past I sometimes think are gnawing on the eyes of the future Enjoyed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Humankind is preparing to do it all over again, not knowing how to learn collective lessons.