War Hero
Three years Pulling corpses For the Undertakers Berkley Road Four sharp sounds On dull damp stone And the trundle Of the hearse Humans fed And watered you Then carted you off To the land of mud Endless dull sounds Over deep black mud And the rumble Of the guns It wasn't so much of a change Still dead men But more And it was wetter Louder And harder to pull Bodies Messier Than the ones embalmed Dressed in their best Pulled by you Resplendent in black Flanks of steel Eyes of jet But you floundered In the ooze Hooves plunged And nostrils flared Flanks of sweat Eyes of fear Such a change Men dressed in brown And red Not preserved Rotted Or not yet dead Not at peace But wracked with screams They mouthed to their mothers Far away No man should see that But you saw that In the land of mud And death Strange, how the humans Pulled you in To something You didn't start And didn't finish; Hit by a shell On your slow way back To the stables.
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