A Killing Colonel Cornered

Soldiers with the cornered colonel Said to crack him like a kernel, Easily made him surrender, Account of his orders render… Colonel Smith, on his neck flannel, Suddenly facing a Panel In his house and front verandah, Two watching from his Coriander… They knew where to questions channel: “Who’d twelve men shot from tunnel?” Many had guessed: Major Lander But order from Smith Evander… Their decision shall be final: They had come as a Tribunal… “One thing about you Evander: Death often smells like Lavender.”