" Tyne Cot "
 

when you left
for the front
you were
living heroes
and now
you are on top
of the hill
where only
poppies
blow..........
by Jan Theuninck

 

 " Yperite "

late at night
a mist
fills the valley.
without knowing
it suffocates
like a dark power.
on the fields
our dead bodies
and under the grass
a brown soil
by Jan Theuninck

 

 
Polygon Wood 
 
 

like a shrine
you lie
in the middle
of the wood
and  warn 
of  those
who preach
peace
and make
war
 
by Jan Theuninck

 

 
  " Hill 60 "
 

poppies' blood
on the green grass
on the hills of mud
away they pass...
 
by Jan Theuninck

 

" Passiondale "
 

badly shell shocked
can't find my dugout
damned generals
where's my pillbox
shells rain
craters remain
insanity or death
what's the difference