Trenches

The trenches, over the top and into the fire,

Into the barrage,

The shards of death,

The whites of eyes litter the floor,

The mud, sweat, blood and guts,

Littered across this battlefield floor.

Friends turned inanimate,

The self turned unfeeling.

To cope with the blast from shells,

The heat from exhaustion.

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