Through shell-holes, <br />puddles of mud, <br />they trudge. <br />Over frozen <br />men in foxholes <br />they stumble. <br /> <br />Rats dart whistling across the distances. <br />Dead fingers rain down <br />& tap on rotting doors. <br />Signal-rockets, <br />corpse-lanterns… <br /> <br />To the ditch, to the ditch.<br /><br />Ernst Toller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-trench/
