Existence dark and dank within these walls
Confined by haunting images embraced
Of ‘Brothers’ maimed in ways I swear, appals
A longing sense for life each one hath graced
By heeding call to arms, all rallied ‘round
In comradeship; ‘no mind’ on what’s ahead
Midst King & Country’s need; such oaths resound
Inspiring youth to follow in their stead
As numbers mount o’er Passchendaele; they lie
Face down in clinging mud or draped on wire
No more to sing their songs ‘neath azure sky
Laid out like thousands more in death’s attire
Entrenched am I in thoughts of Sacrifice
Enough; I pray such numbers, deem suffice