THE TRUCE – a poem by Michael J. Whelan

Michael J. Whelan - Writer

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THE TRUCE

(Exactly one hundred years ago in 1914

the world was at war and the soldiers

believed it would all be over by Christmas)

 

All winter we fought to go home

and in the end we killed and they killed us,

a promise never kept.

Now it’s far too late, too late you see –

for the robins rest on frozen fists

in the great corpse trench,

snow blankets all the dead,

where every night we ran to ground

‘neath furrows of blood and guts

when thunder strafed down

devouring all our hearts,

before the midnight moon

picked out the forlorn path

above our little war,

between the trapping wire

where some brave lads ventured out

on hearing the Silent Night

cross over No Man’s Land’s red stains

of men where once men were;

and there they met between the…

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