The soldier lies, a piece of rotting flesh- <br />Nothing more, nothing less. <br />Next to barbed wire, half buried by muck, <br />Faces covered over, knee deep sludge. <br /> <br />Their bodies filled with lead; <br />That final, silent whistle - <br />A deadly sound. <br />Their end. <br /> <br />Their lives never left their trench. <br />Bent bodies lie upon brown ice <br />A reflection on the end of life. <br />Their water-logged trench remains their bed <br />Their boots shield their withered bone, <br />Nothing more, nothing less <br /> <br />Silence, bowed heads, heroic deeds; <br />Death, sadness, misery; <br /> <br />Those petty deeds without meaning <br />The foreclosure of their lives. <br />The rotting flesh in their trench. <br />War is Hell. <br />Nothing more, nothing less… <br /> <br />© Jay Blamey 2012<br /><br />Jay Blamey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rotting-flesh-nothing-more-nothing-less/
