Bayonets Advance!
Bosoms
For the first pace
An opposite
tend then pace after pace after
And then close the bayonets
And shots and fires
As men diverse with
The cruel weapon inside them
And out at the back
That each the falling inevitable
The falling further the body tears
And more blood fires.
A Sphinx-like figure at the carnage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem