jerry hughes - A FOUND FRAGMENT

'the Somme 1916'

I'm scribbling in incessent rain
and mud has turned to slush.
The stench of death is all about
and god's deserted us.

Last night I saw a young lad die,
he cried his life away.
I felt so bloody helpless -
Will it be me today?

jerry hughes

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