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Somme Victory

Pitmen worked beneath the skin, their charges primed,
to smash each fortress on each bitter crest.
They’d exhale death upon the hour, and time
the start – the steady boys above would do the rest. 113 more words

The Great War

Strolls Through No-Man's Land

Strangled light accentuates
The pock marked damnation
Of deformed no-man’s land,
Malformed haze devotedly
Pilfers our silent sights,

Stagnant water feeds death
Into the already crumbling… 187 more words


The Trenches

Where the rubber hits the road.

Where the submit button sends your post.

Where the streets have a name and where the streets have no name. 59 more words

Ashton Gustafson