Soldier - Richard Dawson

Here we are at the Fortress of Long Wings

My fellows bristling with anticipation

At slurp among their supperbowls

A map of steam in the rafters overhead

Shovelling it in

I don’t taste a thing

Only a memory of

Kisses spilled upon my chin

I am tired

I am afraid

My heart is full of dread

I am tired

And I am afraid

My heart is full of dread

Even now on the evening of battle

I’m clammy with doubt of love

I’m really scared of going

How I yearn to hold you once again

In the morning we

March across the sea

To the sunken monastery

To face our faceless enemy