~Battle-field~
Lethal vibes permeate the
trenches, but are diluted
by the filter of fear from the
~frightened fellow~
Anxious images of muddy
faces and red flesh flash
fast through startled minds
~freezing time~
Chaos and mayhem holds
sway over restive soldiers
fighting for a man-made
~higher purpose~
Mercy's just anonymous
in the place of
~hatred's furnace~
trenches, but are diluted
by the filter of fear from the
~frightened fellow~
Anxious images of muddy
faces and red flesh flash
fast through startled minds
~freezing time~
Chaos and mayhem holds
sway over restive soldiers
fighting for a man-made
~higher purpose~
Mercy's just anonymous
in the place of
~hatred's furnace~
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Yonathan: | Vrijdag, september 07, 2001 18:11 |
| Eng gewoon, je stijl doet denken aan de trench poets, zelfs de sfeer erin heel knap |
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| Auteur: Herwin Thole | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 04 augustus 2001 | ||
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