In the Army Now

Scents imminent Sense immense Of razor slashes self induced Tying Trying to turn the tides Slip knots in ropes become the noose The nuisance The new sense of truth While crying Drying eyes profuse As blood and sweat hide underlying Dying Flying on wings to roots Of camps and boots in pastures muddy Stained Trained to follow trails Of paper money And to pray for each offence That leaves the plains Bloody With revenge On fallen buddies As the sentiments And the means of friends Slain Ties the senseless ends With pain