Endless lines
Of ragged men
Blood and bandages
Still in Hell
Eyes look down
Or straight ahead
Still alive
Unlike the dead.
Comrades help those
Who cannot walk
Guiding those
Who cannot see
Many no longer talk
Just forward
Upon this torrid
Walk.
A shared cigarette
Smoke to billow
Upon these lines
Surrender to swallow
Eyes of glass
Still not free
On and on
Wondering what will be.