I met a mayer his village vanished slowly walking through a pock-marked landscape once living houses blossomed but now there are only fir trees crackling in the icy freezing air his village has no inhabitants the streets marked bordered with commemoration stones where once houses stood people lived this church the seize of a memory and under the school yard where once children played there are now corpses of deadly tired soldiers winters cover them and after a sticky spring their bones bleach under an infernal summer sun they never made it 'till autumn They fell a few months before the first oak leaves sunk into the sticky yellow earth where they disintegrated with permission meanwhile nature disappeared without a trace it took years of trouble human effort to grow an artificial wood years after those terrible months roots burrowed their way trough many forgotten corpse "Nous avons connu l'incommunicable" someone wrote and still we don't understand +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading this poem the subject is close to my heart if you ever should be in Verdun (France) look up the 9 vanished villages Humanity is mad.... Dirk