Remembrance Day Pictures at Dalmilling Church

TRENCH LIFE
Alien ditches, where nostrils
absorb the cocktail of unwashed bodies
rotting flesh
loaded latrines
and cordite.
Secreted they sleep, scratched by scavengers,
bound in death and decay                                     
 one common goal, survival.
Gas clouds hang beneath forgotten skies    
waiting to execute castaways                            
​  ratting in squalor.
Kilt hems mop the putrid stench, 
dry to roughcast trim,
ripping skin
exposing flesh
poppy red.                                                                                                  
 
By Greta Yorke