Armistice
Ellie Dart
Moral decaying, blockade.
Heroes no longer washing to shore,
As electric sparks in their veins,
Shock.
The wreckage left behind,
Bodies strewn like landfill,
Rebellion shrieks to deafened ears,
Sassoon.
This bloody world at an end,
That the bloody soldiers defend,
Skin stretched over rifles,
Foundation.
Blackened stones and souls,
They shall run, and not be weary,
Hospitals fall to silence,
Armistice.
The train chuffed past with the carriage behind,
Britain, France, USA,
The page is signed,
Versailles.
Open arms to a family,
Wearing plastic smiles,
The fingers of a child reaching to their father,
Alive.
The hope of a future,
Hidden by missing limbs and wounds,
Physical and of the mind,
Determined.
As remembrance continues,
The soldiers march still,
Bullets form their grin,
And a poppy is stitched into their skin.