Let us creep through broken walls   Of mortar, concrete and wool   Into shell-rich air of howling cries   To drag our brothers to safety   So that they may die in the shade   Tongues drowning in the breeze   Their waning gaze follows the trailing blaze   No last words, no, only a wheeze         I was alone I would have stayed in   Lowered my head   Under water   The case is closed   Storing the body   Our child of   Destructive will   Sleeping late into the morning   Licking my sheets   Holding my breath   Until you join me         Carry me through my corridors   Unto the morgue, of polythene walls   Deny the elderly a final smile   They will die with a poor image of youth   Despite their withered ears   And unruly hair   They remain impervious:   Disgusted and intimidated of the truth