Hide from my eyes the sight Of the body I stare and see Shattered so hideously. I can't believe that it's mine. I see Under the rifle fire, Trussed on the wire . . . Red and yellow and black Geysers of doom upspout. Silver and green and red Star-shells hover and spread.
Someone moans in the dark.
The man whom I heard is dead. A bullet hole in his head, A pistol gripped in his hand. To do without shame this thing.