Trench grunt betrayed

The solitary soldier
betrayed before the frontline
before that honourable sacrifice

Comedy for the corpse

In the dug out that any well timed
well aimed mortar would find and smile upon
inviting the glee of some urgent reaper
without the company beside him

As he had given his hours and existance
to protect and give safety
on an oath only visible on his heart
as bullets and bombs were sent

Separating rocks and trees from the landscape
But never his one value
pulling out those pieces of shrapnel
out of his friends

Then complete abandonment
tepid saliva from some uncaring colonel that spat
and controlled the destiny of the group
his corruption hurrying the enemy