Dust
to dust ashes to ashes
not
reading from the book
he
knows the words off by heart
he
doesn't need to look
he
doesn't look inside the grave
he's seen so much before
the
broken bodies or just the bits
of
soldiers lost in war
the
fighting front has moved on
nearly
a foot is gained
in
the rear with the burial squad
ten
thousand will remain
the
prayer is done the book is closed
he
heads off for his tea
he
wonders where his God has gone
in
all this misery
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