Mila Clarke Poems
A Knight Of Trenches To Sleep Eternal
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A Knight of Trenches to Sleep Eternal
By Mila Clarke
We are bathed in
Angel's tears,
Soaked right
To the core.
They pray for
All that's holy
And cry because
This is war,
And their pleas
Lie forgotten
And ignored.
Hellfire licks our
Weary bodies,
Tears the flesh away,
At night the
Waves grow higher,
Urged to frenzy
By the winds of fear,
Fed by torrents
Of shrapnel and bullets
But cloaked by
Cotton phosgene clouds,
Masking the horror
And accentuating
The sounds which
Let trembling minds
Seek out the visions
And find broken
Hearts amongst the bones.
Three fates
Await us;
Be wounded
And be dragged
To diminish
In a dead man's bed,
Be cut down
In battle by
An ordered enemy,
Replanted by
Your comrades
And re-grow
A marble
Three-branched tree,
Or be taken
And leave your espoir
In the hands
Of waning humanity,
Testing your
Tattered endurance
Against starvation,
Isolation, slavery
And interminable beatings.
Survive? Emerge
A cracked shell
Glistening with
Angels' tears
As they sob
Harder when walking
Through the marble
Forests planted by the pals,
Veiled in the tear gas mists.
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