Mametz Wood

Human entrails hang in the branches -

Arms, legs and heads stuck in trees -

The dying lost among shell holes

Hidden by clutching brambles:

That dead German, still helmeted,

Green face streaked by black-blood snot

Propped against a trunk.

Odour of death everywhere.


Mametz Wood - Peaceful now

Gentle below tall, same aged trees

Dark shadows here are now our own.

Brambles still impede the path

Where maybe boar are hidden.

Shades of deer float through the trees

Platoons of ghosts in distant foliage.

They rear pheasants here today

For shooting.