Loos, France 1915

Loos, France 1915

A Poem by AJ Douglas

Slaughter among the slag heaps Bodies bowed over barbed wire blood and brains mixing with the mud
In Cite St. Auguste citizens burrow
into basements as if Armageddon has arrived
or roam the streets blank faced and bleary eyed
London, Lancashire, and Lancaster lads battle
like beasts within the Hohenzollern horror hoping to hold it as bayonets tear through torsos poison wafting on the wind blown back
where it was birthed menacing their own men
the fight continuing through the night by Very light
unable to rest as no reserves arrive to relieve them
poor planning on the part of generals out of touch
with reality as they continue to order insanity
It has been more than a year since Ferdinand fell Princip with his pistol throwing open the gates of hell

© 2023 AJ Douglas


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Added on June 22, 2023
Last Updated on June 22, 2023
Tags: war, world war one, army, Britain, Germany, death, battle, France, history