Remember I mentioned having a go at blackout poetry? On Armistice Day? Well, here it is.The Rats
Then there were the rats.
Trench rats as big as cats.
Fed off the bodies of men left to rot
in the muddy waters of the trenches.
So used to soldiers
they didn't run away
like rats back home.
It's fun to do. Just find a piece of prose and go from there.
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