War

[vagantes]

A body hangs on White Sheet Ridge,
Left eye shot away; it stinks to high heaven;
Mustard gas comes washing in,
Like an unwelcome dream in his brain:

"Wash me in the water
That you wash your dirty daughter
And I shall be whiter than the whitewash on the wall."

She was pale, dressed in black,
Standing in No-Man's Land.
He kneels to kiss her boots
As she takes his body to hers.

This is the smell of Passchendaele
Mixed with mud and the rotting of the dead

"I shall never leave you;
You belong to me;
We shall be together, again and again".

[Buh4Bee]

If you can get swept up in the drama of this short piece, one can imagine an epic story behind this one scene. I think you do a nice job portraying the brutality of war and enduring love in such a short piece.