Trenches: St Eloi

Over the flat slope of St Eloi A wide wall of sandbags. Night, In the silence desultory men Pottering over small fires, cleaning their mess-tins: To and fro, from the lines, Men walk as on Piccadilly, Making paths in the dark, Through scattered dead horses, Over a dead Belgian’s belly. The Germans have rockets. The…

‘A whole sweet countryside amuck with murder’

War Poetry and the Flemish Frontline By the time the small British Expeditionary Force had crossed the Channel and arrived on the outskirts of Mons in August 1914 most of Belgium, in spite of brave and determined resistance, had been over-run by the massive power of the German army. For the next four years much of the…