64436: Limbo

<p dir="ltr"> After a week spent under raining skies,<br> In horror, mud and sleeplessness, a week<br> Of bursting shells, of blood and hideous cries<br> And the ever-watchful sniper: where the reek<br> Of death offends the living ... but poor dead<br> Can't sleep, must lie awake with the horrid sound<br> That roars and whirs and rattles overhead<br> All day, all night, and jars and tears the ground;<br> When rats run, big as kittens: to and fro<br> They dart, and scuffle with their horrid fare,<br> And then one night relief comes, and we go<br> Miles back into the sunny cornland where<br> Babies like tickling, and where tall white horses<br> Draw the plough leisurely in quiet courses.</p>