One Dead Soldier
Inert Persona revive Thyself on the Basis of War
Muster your soldiers, lay mustard-Gas Bombs
Prime the Fields for War
A Treaty betrayed Requires Enactment
Bewigged sleepy-men raise glass eyes
and Train them on the Enemy
Toast to war your champagne fame
may the Devil steal your souls, for
no man shall survive this war, or no man should
Etch Prayers in your Bayonettes
prepare your last meal, clutch dogtags and pray
may no man come back from this war
May no veteran survive this bloody last stand
the desperate attempts please fail no war heroes
need be made today
No one need return a living carcass, a sightless
prophet of the doom to come, no blind wanderer
need be made today
If all the battle lines are drawn
the troops are set on the hill
to a bloody bash, sacrifice them all
never very many men make it anyway
never the snipers the flamethrowers the
ludicrous gas bombs
erase their minds; leave them jelly on the floor
scrap the soap across the brow, send them out
with cynide in their minds
Kamikaze warriors need only know they die
for their country greater blood, they’ll spill
their's that they may
stay a while immortal in the ground the bloody
marshy farmland will remember tramples soldiers
says the rising sun
When the eyes are set in place, sprinkle
lightly with lye, set a light and bury lost soldier
in his grave, staring downward at the worms
close his eyes out of courtesy, sleep persona sleep
another battle line is brewing,
sleep and be forgot
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