The howl of shells still split my mind
Haunting fear a freezing bind
The paper hope sent down on lease
Enough to change war into peace.

Peace thought myself a braver soldier
But was not foolish, that I told her
Like pig’s meat when I hit the pan
I shrank and squealed, such is a man.

Crying out in **** manner
“You’ll take my breath, but not my valour!”
But they came not for bravery,
They came to waste and waste is me

I fell a million times they say
Each time I sobbed the self-same way
My friends have died, but death’s a mystic
One death is tragedy, more a statistic.