Let us creep through broken wallsnOf mortar, concrete and woolnInto shell-rich air of howling criesnTo drag our brothers to safetynSo that they may die in the shadenTongues drowning in the breezenTheir waning gaze follows the trailing blazenNo last words, no, only a wheezennnI was alone I would have stayed innLowered my headnUnder waternThe case is closednStoring the bodynOur child ofnDestructive willnSleeping late into the morningnLicking my sheetsnHolding my breathnUntil you join mennnCarry me through my corridorsnUnto the morgue, of polythene wallsnDeny the elderly a final smilenThey will die with a poor image of youthnDespite their withered earsnAnd unruly hairnThey remain impervious:nDisgusted and intimidated of the truthn n n n