An Aftermath of Tears

Present arms! The spectral sergeant of the drill echoing across the punished land

As rustlings of grim murmuring sprang like odour from the choking, weeping grass

‘Then add our legs, our knees, our feet, our eyes and ears and much more to hand’

The dead, fragmented whisperers said.

And so, this army of the dead heaved sighs and blindly shuffled as it came to pass.

(Visiting a WW1 battlefield and discerning the whisperings)