The fallen

The fallen, they lay weak
Upon the battleground, body
Upon body,
Skins touching in memory
Of the days past

O Lord, these soldiers,  
They are done by battle
Bayonets have pierced their hearts,
Their souls and their children
Lay in the tears of the River Jordan

I am covered in bodies
The stench smothers
Where I lay, the dust
And the worms rejoice
For here are we, the fallen