In Memoriam
By agora
In Memoriam for the lost Canadians Remembrance Day 2001 My chum Reggie told me someone talked about the furnace of war. Someone who never saw a trench someone who never saw the worse part of a muddy carcass growing like a frozen flower from the earth someone who never felt the cold. It was always cold even in the weak cordite-stinking sunshine always cold under clouds gray-dull as artillery always cold. Lice were the only warm ones here rats were the only dry ones here. We were hanging out barbed wire when I found a blasted half of Reggie as if he had been carelessly ripped in two, and cold so very cold. Now in the cold wet earth my own forever trench and parapet here in the foul of Flanders laid out like a badly butchered ram I remember, I am cold so very cold. Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 06:08 PM PST 0 • 1
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