Original oil and acrylic on canvas
“For years afterwards the farmers found them –
the wasted young, turning up under their plough blades
as they tended the land back into itself.
all mimicked now in flint, breaking blue in white
across this field where they were told to walk, not run,
towards the wood and its nesting machine guns.
And even now the earth stands sentinel,
reaching back into itself for reminders of what happened
like a wound working a foreign body to the surface of the skin.”.
- Owen Sheers, Mametz Wood