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Joshua Musicant – Solus Surge (Wake Up Alone)
It’s ok
in the day
Bent double,
old beggars in sacks,
Knock-kneed,
coughing like hags . . .
Til on haunting flares
we turned our backs,
And towards our
distant rest began . . .
Men marched asleep,
lost in their boots,
Limped on, blood-shod,
gone lame, gone blind;
Drunk with fatigue;
deafened to gas,
shells dropping
softly behind.
Fiercely in dreams,
seizing of guts,
Flooding with dread
Soaked in soul,
swimming of eyes
put to bed
Pouring all over them,
moon spilling in
And they wake up alone . . .
Ecstasy fumbling
Fitting clumsy helmets in time,
Someone yelling and stumbling
Floundering,
men in fire or lime,
Dim through misty panes,
a thick green light,
As under green seas
and drowning from sight,
Some smothering dream,
sensing to pace
Behind the wagon,
helplessly flung in,
And watch white eyes
writhing in faces,
Like devils
sick of sin.
Fiercely in dreams,
seizing of guts,
Flooding with dread
Soaked in soul,
swimming of eyes
put to bed
Pouring all over them,
moon spilling in
And they wake up alone . . .
Hear every jolt,
blood gargling
of corrupted lungs,
Obscene
as illness,
bitter as cud,
Incurable sores,
innocent tongues,
Friends would not tell
with any zest
To children ardent
for some desperate glory,
Senex est:
Dulce
et decorum
Est
Pro patria mori.
Fiercely in dreams,
seizing of guts,
Flooding with dread
Soaked in soul,
swimming of eyes
put to bed
Pouring all over them,
moon spilling in
And they wake up alone . . .
And they wake up alone . . .
And they wake up alone . . .
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