(Sad images brought to mind during the two minutes silence on Armistice Day).
Those muddy boys,
pressed as moulds
into the grey-blue stench,
lie quietly now,
the terrifying cacophony
still rages through their skies,
though silently
before their chilling lifeless eyes,
that stare a fruitless search,
for England, mother, home.
© Graham Sherwood 11/2010
