eclipse Posted October 8, 2018 Share Posted October 8, 2018 The ghost of a tree from Gosport died dropping one hundred tears onto the graves of forgotten soldiers and me. The tree of war shed it's leaves, we were blown away. Unprepared war was just a word as I rehearsed on a mock battlefield ready for war I watched mens eyes turn to stone as The angel of death practiced-waiting to inscribe names into bone. I heard bullets here in Browndown whispering warning us about we would become as expendable as them. I can hear echoes of clock hands frantically knocking on glass and rain hitting window panes in Hampshire. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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