Ypres (30): for gingerbread

at a glance I say gingerbread at a glance I say gnomes or dwarves or ants all busy busy I would not say soldiers I would not say destruction this is no fairy-tale no sow shite no Cinderella just men who clear the mines men who make it safe for other men to blow up … Continue reading Ypres (30): for gingerbread

Ypres (11): moments to wonder what

all our lives taken together were meant to mean something here on a stretcher laid down in the calcifying mud I am not so certain anymore that I know where the meaning resides I thought once of glory I was filled with the idea and pride but I saw the passing of my best mate … Continue reading Ypres (11): moments to wonder what