Crown of Barbs…
(Inspired by Paul Nash’s WW1 painting, ‘Wire…’)
Observing with the aid of mirrors
Angled within a nailed wooden box,
I noticed a Boche lying motionless.
Poignant, his neck slung back,
Throat blood-black,
Crucifix arms flung wide,
Hanging agape upon our mangled,
Tangled wire, minus his helmet,
His uniform shredded…
Observing then with the shock of horrors,
Angled around his blood-scabbed head,
I noticed a barbed crown clinging in distress,
Poignant, humiliating and dire,
Of rusting, clawing, crucifying wire…
Pete Ray…
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