Last Orders

The men stumbled in the cold,

Mud filled trenches.

Ole sarge paces watching.

Where are our orders why haven’t we moved yet?

He looks at his watch the glass cracked

The sky brightens as night is cast aside by

Artillery fire

Like a fireworks display he saw as a lad

He prays as the trench shudders and mud ripples

The very earth feels as if mighty machineries

Pound her like some malleable metal.

Where are our orders why haven’t we moved yet?

Darkness descends the soil rises to meet him

Painfully awareness returns

Then silence

Artillery

Stops

Snow falls

Men look

In surprise

Open food rations

No battle for us

Today

Were we forgotten?

Where are our orders?

Why haven’t we moved yet?

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