Chris Arnold 1/27/09

Somme

Twas another day in Somme Valley.

The muddy range was covered

With a killing smog.

"Boom, Boom, Boom"

Sounded the giant cannons.

"Rumble, Rumble"

Sounded the giant steel monsters

As they slowly crawled towards the

Helpless ants

In the sky, two birds fought each other fiercely to the death

One covered in graceful blue, the other drenched

In crimson red.

Beast and human alike lie

on the cold ground

embracing eternal slumber.

Young children are blinded by the light

Coming off the blood-stained spears

Of the Kaiser's legions.

Men lie slumped over the

Thick steel walls of spike.

As the Lord looked down

Upon the chaos

All he could do was weep.

The faint screams of soldiers

Echoed across the field.

"Achtung, ich bien Amis"

They said

"Retreat, retreat there's to many of them"

They said

In the end there was no victor

Many corpses formed a wall miles long

But the worst casualty of all

Was the earth itself.