Boys I Call Friends……

The penultimate from the ‘War in Verse’ series is the deep ‘Boys I Call Friends’, taken from the fields of Ypres and into now are the words of fear, friendships and the unknown war…..


Boys I Call Friends (Soldier Poet Series)


I was born of once to sit and wait

in deep trenches of no return,

down fields of names I can’t pronounce

where friends for friends, now yearn.

I’m seeping water from weighed down boots

huddled close for fear of dark,

crackling glows from weapons of choice

bowed heads to where sleep embarks.

I was given the passage to sit and wait

my time would be driven by thine,

looking for the white in an Englishman’s eyes

who may never lay down to die.


I wander the barren, 

call for my goal,

by the sword I’ll search endless whiles,

for ‘those friends’ who left me at 9 in the evening

sitting trenches and shadowing guile.

I tap on cold shoulders, tender their pain

hold still their pure spirit in arms,

one last breath  is the love for brethren on shores

waving light toward a son of lost psalms.


I was digging the graves meant for my tears

crouching solely beside the men I didn’t know

but they were friends during moments to die

in darkness our Ypres foregoes.

I fall to my knees, sodden rains tie me down

alongside these angels forbidden at dawn,

tired limbs amble over young boys dressed

in the guns of the descendents now born.


I lie still and awake on squalid sandbags cold,

is this nightmare, a path to my ends ?

Will I ever see the family I love ?

Or lay forever with these boys I call friends ?





© wASPYPOET, all rights reserved 2012


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