WW I - FIRST GAS ATTACK -GAS,GAS,GAS-

then this choking suprise
drowning in lung and clawing fingers rip
this invented destruction
soon to be clad in fenced in irony
tripping across dropped orders 
no angels flailing wing
this creeping order ,that drags the grave behind

silence is the final defence
rules,laws all now have been spent
strange hooded armies - 
bells,empty tins- taught to shout 
GAS GAS GAS

YOUNG  empty bodies
contained in Trench and order
across the driven treeless vision
faint haunted cries
sink beneath a filthy ocean tide

All those poppies 
they wait to arise

and in this modern daze
​​​​​​​a youth indignant prays - refuses the poppy sellers gaze
in principal i refuse to decorate 

on the haunted Somme
another youth sings a song
GAS GAS GAS