Poetry: Hole by James Lilley



Hole

I smell flesh
I smell death
 
Cut to shred
Mangled barb wire
 
Hiding in a hole
Crying into my rifle
 
The constant rattle
Screams of dying brothers
 
Water brown from shit and blood
A man lets go, of all, when he dies
 
Earth shakes from thunder of man
Skies blackened with thick plumes of smoke
 
Covered in the mud, sludge, sinking
Filthy less than I was
 
I pray but
God has left this place.





James Lilley is from Swansea, Wales, and has competed in various forms of combat, boxing, MMA and bare-knuckle. He has had work published across multiple zines and was named Versification Punk of the Year 2020. He has collections available with Uncle B and Alien Buddha.

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