I close my eyes – I reach out my hand
And there you are – beautiful in scabs
Caressing my scalp – under the mounts of the gun towers
I shout your name – I kick out in dreams
And here we are – the searchlight beams
The siren squeals – and hopeless shuffle to certainty
The crab lice bite – the typhoid smells
And I still here – handsome in rags
A trouserless man – waiting helpless for dignity
Come to me angel, don’t go to the showers
Beg, steal or borrow – now there’s nothing left to take
Except eternity
And who will come – to flower our graves?
With us still here – covered with dust
Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority
Stay with me angel – don’t get lost in history
Don’t let all we suffered lose it’s meaning in the dark
That we call memory
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