Scorched craters dot the plains
Where hell transpired
In waves of valiant grey

Across the sea
Of barley gold
Droves of blue
Stormed with courage

The bayonets plunged
And side-arms popped
In the tussle of brothers
Along their fashioned rift

Inferno still blares
Through the cold girth of night
Bludgeoning the afflicted
The outwardly unscathed

From total dark
True horror ascends
The ever looping carnage
That billows from mended scars

Old gashes fester
Searing dormant nerves
Tearing the conscience from sleep
And into the chasm
Of scornful remembrance

Torment drones
From the lungs of adversaries
The many lives left mangled
And swallowed by ruin

They wail for all time
In perpetual agony
From the niche of scarred minds
From the wisp of bitter nights