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