Cry me to sleep
in the silence of the night
dark depressions haunt my dreams
the perverse thoughts are
permanent even when I awake
Sing me a song
something old and sweet
to the tune of the drummers
beat.
A war tune inversed
in the rain on my cheeks.
I cry
and I stand before this grave of
a thousand soldiers in one.
For your enery was
something words couldn't explain.
Your death was sudden
something I can't understand
something we can't accept.
So...
I stand, denying these
tears.
It's the rain.
And nodthing more.
Have a good rest
Hughes.
You lucky bastard.