bathed in lime.
fleets of them.
chants in tongues.
steps in unison.
fleets of them.
bathed in lime.
bathed in lime.
fleets of them.
chants in tongues.
steps in unison.
fleets of them.
there is no horizon in this place.
keepsakes cover the walls that hide it.
jaundice and rosacea scab the earth.
trenches, fossil rivers feed the rot.
swathed in white sheet cloth,
we are the keepsake.
claw the walls to climb them.
claw the walls to climb them when Germans flank from the north.