The Bloody Meadow and The Clean River

Based on the Battle of Towton.

• History

								
Through my mouth I felt the weight of my breath,
Through my eyes the tears were sombre
If I ran, how fast would I get there?
If I begged, how much would I receive?
I look beside me, and I see blood of whom I do not know belongs.
The meadow we fought on now dyed
If I pleaded, would I be shown mercy?
If I fought, would I be shown victorious?
“Long arms, fire at will” I hear,
Pattered and heavy feet I feel
I don’t know when I started to run
When my head came bare of all helmets
When my chest became guarded of no metal
But I ran
And through my mouth I felt no breath but fear and regret
Through my eyes I felt no tears but wishes and longing
And through my legs I felt no speed but the light wood of the bridge I am now crossing.
And as I now feel the wind
As I now see my fall,
I realise no begging could get me to be at all.
My arms flailing trying to flap
My back hits the water, and I snap
I think of my life and what I had done with it.
I think of my breath, and If I’ll ever feel its heat again.

 
 
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