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On the dusty field I wait
Among the trees and grass
Blood stains my face and arms, I will, perish here at last
In a sleep I fall for long, listening intently to deaths sweet song
In peace, in rest and in a heavenly way
Farewell my brothers, this be my day
I shed a tear once more again
To see boys join in a fever
To die as grown men
To prove their courage
To gain their worth
Humans be the disease of the earth
To shatter a Mothers already broken heart
To tear a lovers soul apart
To starve in the cold and sleep among death
To shout like a madman or to hold your breath
To hope that it could only get better
To live on a word, to wait for a letter
To hear the cries of gutless pain
That poor surgeon must amputate again!
Is that the smell of gangrene rot?
Is it his leg or mine, I have forgot!
God, thank you for ending this miserable life
Take care of my children and my wife
And I hope our leaders are guilt ridden sore
To be sorry they ever mentioned war
Forgive me my foes, I am human too
And only the human condition will do
My spirit holds the love I keep
Now, father I am ready... lay me down to sleep!—
—Why am I still here? I still hear the men
I still hear the gushing
Again and again
I still feel the pulsing of blood in my ear
I still feel the anger
I still feel the fear
Must it take so long to go?
And go I must, this I know!
It's my time, I already see the grave
It's too late to bandage, too late to be saved
Yet they scurry around me, shouting my name
I'm dying you fool, will you refrain?
Head forth and run, why do you wait?
I cannot be given to God in this state!
The men back away
Finally I say!
And weep like children
Fools, like children
And leave me where my body lay
For nearly an hour, I wait for death
For the dark eternity, my last breath
It's only then I look to see
What state had really become of me
For the entirety of my little rhyme
I had been dead the whole bloody time!