Soldiers,
bundled dead
onto wagons,
and you saw them
as you marched
past with others
onto the Front.
Some lay
eyes open
staring into death,
others lying
face down
as if they
shared a secret
in their dying.
You pushed
sights seen
to the back
of your mind,
closed it
behind doors
of rooms
inside your head
marked: dead.
Officers gave orders,
non-com officers
moved on the men
to places won
and lost again.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
Soldiers,
bundled dead
onto wagons,
and you saw them
as you marched
past with others
onto the Front.
Some lay
eyes open
staring into death,
others lying
face down
as if they
shared a secret
in their dying.
You pushed
sights seen
to the back
of your mind,
closed it
behind doors
of rooms
inside your head
marked: dead.
Officers gave orders,
non-com officers
moved on the men
to places won
and lost again.
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