WW1 – duncancleary

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The sudden silence –

After four long years of war ~

Broken by birdsong.

[For my great great uncles John, Edward, Hugh (At Sea, 1917) and Tommy Moore]

Slugs and snail traces –

Old gravestone mapped in sunshine ~

Zigzag of trenches.

Looking for meaning –
Centenary awaited ~
Just another day.

See faces on maps –
Perhaps t’was the same for them ~
Candlelit dugout.

Curled up, so you are –
Big barrage, nowhere to go ~
Funny apes are we.