Ypres

A Poem by winter;lyra

there are trenches across my arm
other than my veins
the soldiers rush aimlessly
i heard someone summarily judged
touched, peculiarly, by it's own immune system
the way it fights is quite ironic
quite terrifying
i heard someone scream wordlessly
luxury is steep downhill from here
no bait more sensual than the perpetual silence
and that is no trivial testimony

like a god that makes water-less rivers
i mind my demons with their own fright and put them on flight