by roy black
[from Songs Put Together For (The Broken Giant)]
We won't confess what we've done
We won't give back what we're holding
The unweary losing still of battle
Fighting men heavy with rigour
Torn together with the deeds we supplied
Eyes fixed on the sun
Hide in our bodies, hope for the jackals
Sooner the win, if our bones
This cold cannot be measured by the lords
Who shine their swords in the fog
The sun their action, dissolving the damned
Tomorrow was yesterday passing
And what would you give
To see us leave our blood
At your feet for the deed of entreaty?
And what would you see
give our eyes mournful
at your hip for the pride of surviving?
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