The Song Was Wordless; The Singing Will

If I Were Fierce, And Bald, And Short Of Breath,i'd Live With Scarlet Majors At The Base,and Speed Glum Heroes Up The Line Of Death.

The Visionless Officialized Fatuitythat Once Kept Europe Safe For Perpetuity.

Life For The Majority Of The Population. Is An Unlovely Struggle Against Unfair Odds. Culminating In A Cheap Funeral.

Let My Soul, A Shining Tree, Silver Branches Lift Towards Thee, Where On A Hallowed Winter's Night The Clear-eyed Angels May Alight.

And It's Been Proved That Soldiers Don't Go Mad Unless They Lose Control Of Ugly Thoughts That Drive Them Out To Jabber Among The Trees.