I will follow you

I will follow you

Into fields of mines we jump and

cross the wire:

Onto charred earth

under tired napalm sky

I keep watch in the trenches

you’ll hold my hand in the mire-

we’ll bathe in bloody beaches

we’ll feast from shrapnel trees,

and after that find comfort by the fire-

You’re tired of the falling cannon fodder

settling like burnt autumn leaves,

so weep with the fallen soldier,

and relent to the comforting sleep

you run to your dreaming lover,

for you’re safe in my keep

and tomorrow again

I’ll follow you my brother.

-MM