warm kitchen
she made bread
he  at Verdun
remember swimming in the Meuse
kneading dough
blood soured mud
thunder melody of guns
pounding shaping earth
pockets of water
shelter to the rattle
of bullets
no sweet yeast
tiredness and pain
dabbed her brow
called the children in
he crawled
bitter in his own flesh
wanting to flee
crawling over a battlefield grave
mud bone tissue uniform
bread rose by stove
oven hot
barbed wire sting
pinching biting flesh
raise up to move forward
impacted many times
life leaked
as he fell
eyes last capture of hell
as bread browned
in the oven

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Comments
  1. Imelda says:

    The contrast is so dramatic. Well done.

  2. soundflyer says:

    Particularly like this ending, more particularly the middle line, dramatic:

    life leaked
    as he fell
    eyes last capture of hell
    as bread browned
    in the oven

  3. mobius faith says:

    Full of wonderful contrasting images. Nicely done.

  4. Tess Kincaid says:

    Excellent…love the weaving of the kitchen and the battlefield…

  5. hypercryptical says:

    Excellent capture. Well done.

    Anna :o]

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