Tins dangle off bare branches,
Strike to drown the bitter howls.

clang...clang
clang

The train pulls out.

clang...clang...clang
hooooot

I was not on it.
I should have been on it...
After the clang clang clang and
The click clack of the wheels,
Followed the patter of my friend's
Remains on the battleground.

Now they're after me:

clang...clang...clang
hooooot

With  the patter of the rain
Beating on my skull.