Category Archives: Ashton Harcourt

I stood, Amid the fresh graveyard  Gooey, darkened, blood, Askew cans of Lard  I dragged the limp carcass of my once determined comrade, propping him against the muddy, cold barricade.  Limping, I trudged through the trench, wishing my terrible memories would fade.  Piles of death, awaiting their chance,  To take the life of another with their menacing dance/  JustContinue reading “War”