Mud; sludge; decay.
Broken landscape; fractured land.
Ruptured trees, like broken bones arising
From the mud, the flow of human blood.
Trenches filled with perfume of life
Deep crevasses, veins of stench.
In descript beings to life and death, huddled.
Are they bitter, angry or sorrowful?
Are they peaceful, or do they wander still?
Haunted, in spirit and in memory.
Too many shadows, old photograph.
From downcast faces and sunless days.