We could not stray
From our final paths
To convene
With our tearful mothers

Once bedlam paled
Along trenches of old
And carnage thrived
In each still-beating heart

We were true
To our silent misfortune
Full and smoldering
With infernal valor

Our ghoulish deeds
Were the bane of living chiefs
Who stirred
With ravenous guilt

For their thoughtless crime
The heinous cull
Of their curious
And wide-eyed young