4
Ruined Trench

He blest each bloody
breath he drew,
While his eyes could
clearly see
The cotton-full sky swift
flowing above him.
He smelt the sulfer-full
air, sighed.

In his ear, water ran
Filled his mind with glubbing.
Death hung just over him,
Whistled past,
Five, six, at a time,
Sped with love above him.
Blood flowers blossomed 
‘round him.

Published in Poets’ Vision