Trench

Trench:

Seven feet deep
Seven feet wide
They lie in deep sleep
In the dugouts we hide.
Breathing. A hard procedure.
Like the rise of soldiers.
Like the fall when they're mowed down.
In the mud they drown.
Maggots cover their lover.
Brown rats eat,
what they deem sweet.
Swamped with flies
Dead and gone.
A terrible feat.

Death’s archway

As clear as day.
The soldier lies.
Long forgotten