A haiku written by Lee Sonogan
From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes of fire as German shells burst with thudding shocks of sound. This was the front line of battle. – Philip Gibbs
Tryst eaters of the lotus,
With ripe prognosis.
The grand saga of how humans spread across the globe will need some amendments and annotations – rendezvous here, elopements there, and the commingling of genes most everywhere. – Sam Kean