The man looks out from where he lay,
Into the distance from whence came,
The horror that had caused
the forlorn look upon his twisted face.
The tears run down the cheek
Of the other, looking on from outside,
At the anguish reproduced
By the skill of the artist.
The hope of the soldier has gone
From his fearful face.
The hope of the onlooker fortified
By the skill of the artist.