Mametz Wood is notorious as a place of death, a hell in the lives of so many. Anyone who has been to visit and pay respects, or who has read about the first world war will have heard the horror stories that are associated with this place, so for someone like this man to visit the place and then write this poem speaks volumes to the hollow feeling of death and decay that exists on that stretch of land in northern France.
On another post, you will find my analysis. I would rather just have the poem here, in all its detail. It would be remiss of me to add comments here. RIP to all those who fell. Lest we forget.