I wrote `Dead Man Eating` because those men who died in the Great War fought for the privileges that I have today like my right to express my opinion in poetry and my disatisfaction with my Government.
A sea of cadavers
Bloating rotting
Like scum on a pond
Fingers poke through the soil
Gesturing you towards them
Hell on earth in France
Tommy chews on the frozen bread
Like an animal having its last oblivious meal
So hungry he swallows large chunks that tear his throat
Placing the ladder against the trench
Tommy smiles
He puts the dirty frozen bread in his pocket
In 15 minutes his pain will end
He knows it
The already dead soldier climbs the ladder
Soon to share his bread with his dead pals.
© Mack (RG)"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"
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