Early morning rain
Tears not to fall
Memories of home
Dreams to call
Mud and body odour
Unshaven and alone
Distant gunfire crackles
The dead to atone.
You do not feel
The snapping cold
The blistered lips
The gnawing bone
The heartbeats rapid
The distant stare
Of battle weary men
Their soul to bare.
Soon the smoke
It will rise
But it doesnt stop bullets
Or disguise
Machine guns fixed
That fire ahead
Reeling in like fish
More of the dead.