LAST LETTER HOME - Celeste Medbery My Dearest, Ive sent - TopicsExpress



          

LAST LETTER HOME - Celeste Medbery My Dearest, Ive sent countless muddy letters while trying to decipher words between the shrieks of shells and the sudden spit of sniper rifles We came in thinking we’d have evil backed into a dark corner only to realize we are here simply because we are here Fighting machine gun bullets with the breasts of men to claim cratered land Oh, what I would give to walk on solid ground instead of mud and duckboards Tired of war dirt and rain drenched blood Our rum rations no match for the heavy stench of death and rotting sandbags It barely challenges our recent memories Graves in foreign fields were not on the minds of those who flocked in the thousands in hopes to flutter hearts, impress neighbours and get a crack at the “Almighty Kaiser” himself. I write with numb and brittle bones tonight Will you remember me when the time comes for telegrams, drawn blinds and the columns of names that will fill the pages of your newspapers? - Celeste Medbery fiercefawnpoetry.blogspot.ca/
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 02:23:28 +0000

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