Dusk Covers WWI Trench

As dusk their line visibly bows,
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold;
Glum shadows through addle fields row

Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe;
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled,
As dusk their line visibly bows

Shocked ears to concussive barrage close;
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled,
Raspy shadows through addle fields row

Smoldering smoke in singed heaven glows;
Vaporous cloud o'er scout binoculars scrolled,
As dusk their line visibly bows

Each rifle into a sterile stack goes,
Rumbling caissons to dark corners doled,
Steel shadows through addle fields row

The fog of war o'er dazed minds flows;
An eerie wind curdles each silent mold
As dusk their line visibly bows,
Wispy shadows through addle fields row