Sieben - Footsoldier

Footsoldier
“I was at Austerlitz”
when cannons broke the ice.
The line goes ‘a brave fellow’
but the hook never came to pull us out.
Beresina too;
I froze and sank to the light of Moscow’s fire.
They held cold hands to that grill
and dished more orders still.

The Somme, I was filleted.
Skinned at Flanders, blanched in Mains.
The line: ‘Your country needs you’.
The hook: Our Generals did not.
The Aisne we held ‘til broken in a surf of blood.

We rot on the line or die on the hook.

At Dunkirk we glistened
like petrol mackerel; rusting the dunes.
Harvested, or gorged they tossed us back?
Kursk - we clogged their wheels with blood.

We rot on the line or die on the hook.

Written by:
MATT HOWDEN

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