< War and Love
LIVING SEPULCHRES
One frosty night when the guns were still
I leaned against the trench
Making for myself hokku
Of the moon and flowers and of the snow:
But the ghostly scurrying of huge rats
Swollen with feeding upon men's flesh
Filled me with shrinking dread.
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