Change: twenty eight.twenty-eight.1st July 1916, 2Seven twenty-eight;Breath gripped,We crept into the storm.And now the sun has fallen,Crimson soaks the land.bats beat against a sky shocked pale.Death crawls the mud in search of bleeding boys;And still the noise, the murdering noise.Rose   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 326)

Change: Created by Dickpoet Jul 2 2007, 10:48 AM EDT for: no reason given