Entrenched

Inside a jingo, jaundiced past,

Alone; unmasked

And being mustard gassed,

They served-up this inhuman blast.

Took me down to someone’s hell,

Followed by a shocked-up shell;

I heard the peal of church tower bell;

Quell: then all was crimson fields:

Please retell.

Stephen Holloway

West Bridgford