Before the battle’s started
I think of them departed
But do not dwell as time will tell
If I’m with them soon parted.
Into the shadow of a shadow I crawl
Body wet from putrid earth
I’m wishing as a child I cannot be seen.
The dreaded beast of battle now raises its ugly head
The wounded scream
Have I been seen
Mother where are you!
©Copyright 2005 by Ed Orr