Tribute to the fallen on the Somme

Great Granda Will Groves (on the left)on the battlefields of the Somme. He was 25 in this picture. he died of mustard gas poisoning
 They're Still out there Y'Know

They’re still out there y’know;
In the fields.
Where cold, dark clods of
earth press ‘em further down.
In winter, you can see their fingernails
Reaching above ground
Like corn mouldering
in the damp - each stalk
chopped and sliced off
in its prime
by the machine
that needed whole fields of fodder to
feed the warring leaders
and masses left behind

Tommy’s still out there y’know;
With his friends and like the corn
Were mown down in a hail of
sharp steel and left to rot
in the darkness of time
but without the green shoots
feeling the sun through his roots.
To regenerate

Tommy’s not out there y’know
Well one less to count.
The plough sloughed him up
And they took him away
He still had is ID dog tag and tin
Of fags, baccy and biscuits
which wished him
‘A merry Christmas’
Now not missing in action
But DNA’d, processed
Reconnected, handed over
To be mourned and celebrated
And talked about.
Press cuttings and gazettes,
Replacement medals all placed
in the tin which
wished him’ Merry Christmas’
He has a name but it isn’t Tommy.

There’s one less Tommy out there y’know…


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