‘Poetry: A Word from War’ by Daniel B

Two bullets fly, two more fall,

Down, down, down.

We all wait here in this muddy brown.

Those who’d stand above all around,

Faced German lead and hit the ground.


Each man must wait in total fear,

Whilst through the fog, they disappear.

No man would move, all lie in wait;

At the deafening quiet of the stalemate.


All sound is lost, I hold mine tight;

Whilst through the smog lies little light.

The whistle blasts an echoed order…

…we’re sent across the bloody border.