The throes of winter
Such bleak and muddy cold
Besets our weary troops
‘Fore an onslaught yet untold
And so it has begun
Along the Meuse’s eastern banks
Enter a fray of boundless carnage
Of such destruction and dismay
Constant barrage
The bodies keep piling anew
Second attack
Leaves the dead bloated and blue
Razor wire
Divulging pallid sinews
Artillery fire
Blistered and broken in two
A rain of shell and fire engulfs in an infernal roar
And as the twilight came upon us it brought enemy outpour
And so we find ourselves
Besieged by tides of Allied steel
Commence this enemy engagement
What twisted mockery is this?
A land fecund with the remnants of our dead
Rooted by the corpses of those buried alive