No Mans Land

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Jan 2003 · Edited 21 Nov 2008 · 0 comments

Frost on granite platoons March south at sunrise Etch into names and Number swirl death cots Pylon bird psalm. Francis Evans Eighteen and fifteen Nineteen seventeen Tear nettled face A Plinth coward Shot by children. Long white shadows Deaths regiment March at dusk On blood lit paths To no mans land.

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