Of Shrouds And Shields

Battle Over

To The Tribe Return

Shadow Of Warrior Past

On Leaf Mat

Face Hidden By His Cloak

For His Mystery Trip

Where We Dread Travel
 

Bronze Helm Shattered

To His Shield And Broken Spears

We Lash Our Fallen Champion,

Red Cloak Tender We Lay

On His Crumbled Form,

Lamentation, Feasting, Games,

Honor Standard Set So High

The Gods Bow To Hear The Paean
  

Shredded Blue And Butternut

Mingle In The Blasted Rock

Retching Detail Tender Lay

In Gray Wool

Each Shattered One

As Faint Bugles Sound

Calling Friends To Further Toil
 

Howling Storm Is Silent

As Stretcher Bearers Crawl Forth

Past The Blasted Wire

Struggle To Heave

Pulp And Bone Home

Away From This Reeking,

Snap, Crash, Medic!!

Futile Struggle, Move On.

Clinging Rubber Wrapped

Stacked Like Smashed Logs

They Wait Their Turn

For Whirling Ride

Back To The World

Where Stunned Families Wait
 

Howling Boom

Inferno On High

Billowing Flames, Dust Chokes

Then Thunder Of Oblivion

Faces Stare From Pictures

Held High For Hours

No Shroud, No Shield

To Comfort Those Left To Grieve