Six Feet Under by anaya wicks

We are the dead

Drunk with fatigue: deaf even to the hoots

Like a devil’s sick of sin

He waits forward in the sap-trench

We’re marching off in company with death

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

And all my dreams, before my helpless sight

And Turning my face to the light

Much gallant soldiers blood

In one wide brotherhood

To spend ourselves and never count the cost

That mark our place: and in the sky

The torch; by yours to hold it high

We are the dead.


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