And so I pass in time as do you,
Filled with worlds of light & sound,
I now lie fast within the ground.
Happiness both false & true,
Were rising sun & pulling moon,
For me they came so fast & left too soon.
Cold mute soil turned & tilled,
By screaming splintered iron, seared
White faces pressed & squeezed by fears,
Bark the worlds end & fill our ears,
To mark me as the 29 thousand killed.
Do those shells that whimpered to find their prey,
Find the world a quieter place today…