Flowers in the trenches

Trenches remain long after the fighting finishes -

they change sides, get enlarged or filled in,

yet still they remain, ever ready, ever alert,

enamoured of human flesh and blood.

No procreative force can keep pace

with their bloodlust and appetite.

 

Go ahead, try to immerse the world

in peace and love; the trenches shall

not be denied their treasure.

From the mulch that marks the many

residents, from within the decay and dirt

rise remarkable roses.

 

The faded petal, colour of blood,

a speck of life from the depths of death,

like a spiral of souls seeking rebirth in song.

The tears of heaven, falling from the nimbus cloud -

do they sanctify the sinful? Hallow the ground?

No. Trenches would not remain unless they still had their uses.

Author's Note

Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre ...

Reviews

[Chris]

This one caught me at an "awkward" moment and I almost gave in and wrote my thoughts...

THIS is YOUR place...and you shone well... didn't need excess trash lying around...

I only mentioned anything at all BECAUSE...
THIS one reached inside... as you meant it to do.

Take care,
Chris

[stars are far]

nice one

[joshua deathdealer]

This is truly a work of art. Wow very nicely done Jeremy. Great format and well written. Thanks for sharing.

[Ruth]

Made me so lamentful..superbly done love! An outstanding poem...what is left after the chaos and desturction of a battle as well as what the earth feels haunts her! Excellent!
xx