There is madness in the trenches
Beneath the earth and crimson mud 
They fall to gain ascension
Their ghosts will walk tonight
Through no mans land and mortar shells
They push on towards the light
Unburdened by earthly fears and the outcomes of someone else’s fight
Unburdened by the smell, the rats, 
The water, brown and ripe. 
Their dark green transparency 
Slogging through a million miles 
Of jagged earth with none but them in sight. 
No war
No death
No man’s land