Poem End Of Season
Angry I am, soldier i am/ survived and returned home to
be damned
You always watch my naked back,but you forgot to
say that our little grace should burn and rave at close
of day
no!! send me rage and bless me with your tears again
life for the life, names will be cursed / unburied i am
or i'm just lying where i fell
and i have to die at the front / you forgot to
say that our little grace should burn and rave at close
of day
send me rage and bless me with your tears again
