The Marching Song Poem by Martin Lochner

Mindless things
the stars, the mountain and the river
as a thousand men march off to battle!

connecting the blinking dots
you draw your face on the canvas of eternity

March! March! March!

following the pined curves
you etch your body against its everlasting marble

March! March! March!

deathless the river flows
Sprouting life as far as its splendour goes

Mind me!
As we reach the killing ground

a thousand men will soon be forgotten
dispatched under heavens studded indifference
Laughing skulls chalking away on the windy mountain

and the stained river leaving the valley
with thousand gallons of our blood

Mind me!
As young men awkwardly leaves the killing ground

Thinking they would live forever
They fell silent in tagged body bags!