the marching song

The stupidity of the young.Michael Gra King

Mindless things

the stars, the mountain and the river

as men march off to battle.

 

Connecting the blinking dots

you draw your face on the canvas of eternity.

 

March March March

 

Following the pined curves

you etch your body against its everlasting marble.

 

March March March

 

Deathless the river flows

sprouting life as far as its splendour reaches.

 

Mind me

as we reach the killing ground.

 

A thousand men will soon be forgotten,

dispatched under heavens studded indifference,

laughing skulls chalking away on the windy mountain.

 

The stained river leaving the valley

with gallons of our blood.

 

Mind me

as young men awkwardly leave the killing ground

 

thinking they would live forever

they fell silent in tagged body bags.