A single lock of smooth dark hair
curled up in a small mint box,
that mellow fruity scent still there
unique among the putrid rock,
my only comfort in despair
from being far away from home.
The time that we have had to share
carries me when i'm alone.
Surrounded by blood, death, and pain
I cling to that luscious strand of life,
so that when I get that dark red stain
I simply think of my dear wife.