Remember
Do you remember,
When the fragrance of fresh roasts,
boiling brussels; vile vegetables,
Would carry your nose
down steps, down stairs,
Skipping
No.
I remember the yells of Gas! Gas!
Ringing through the air,
A gaunt face facaded by a guise,
Sending shivers, spasms, shudders
Through starved, sleepless limbs
Terror twisting through my heart,
Death, all around.
Enveloping, embracing, enclosing
its ghastly grip around our necks,
its viridian vice,
That snatched us one by one,
Like wilted weeds.
Do you remember,
Rolling on glistening grass,
Dancing dogs and daisy chains,
Slick, sliced sandwiches and juice-boxes,
Frolicking as rain fell,
Smiling, splashing, springing
like coils in plaits pulled taut with pink ribbons
Grinning as specks of fairydust
sprinkled from the sky.
No.
I remember
Crammed, coated in crusted, dried dirt,
Beholding a beast,
That picked off men,
As though they were ants, spraying cherry juice.
From bursting, blood-curdling wounds,
And the blood.
Blood in your eyes.
Blood in your mouth.
Splattered across the sheets of smudged soil,
That streaked down your face.
I remember silently shaking
There were no beds to creak,
As I cried myself to sleep,
Coiled, cradling my head,
Not in comfort, as a baby does,
But in terror of the shrieking shells passing.
I remember pressure,
Overwhelmed with wails and white faces,
The false belief they pumped us with,
of glorious colours of white and red,
Was a cover for the faces
The lifeless white faces
Smeared, crossed out, with red blood.
Rayann Knight 9G
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