Postmortem thoughts raced in his head The wet-blanketed machinery post war over-head Tassels in the stream wave lengthened and abated Left under wrought iron, muted and latentΒ Β
Grave-full the wondering over hills Smoke ridden skies play fiddles for thrills Marked a deserter a coward to-be Stave joins the uniform woe is the helmet free
Consumption as the assault forum Malaria under tent field wounds Strategically sound mortals woven and bound Orders on muskets, send out the hounds!
Bought for the trade ore a plantation plow Burned to rubble soot and sow Family mantle abandon its urn No food for the season now is their turn