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He eyed the Cemetery across the road   "There's scores of bodies out abroad, this while, That should be here by rights; they little know'd How they'd get buried in such wretched style." I told him, with a sympathetic grin, That Germans boil dead soldiers down for fat; And he was horrified. "What shameful sin! O sir, that Christian men should come to that!" HE EYED THE CEMETERY ACROSS THE ROAD THERE'S SCORES OF BODIES OUT ABROAD THIS WHILE THAT SHOULD BE HERE BY RIGHTS THEY LITTLE KNOWED HOW THEY'D GET BURIED IN SUCH WRETCHED STYLE I TOLD HIM WITH A SYMPATHETIC GRIN THAT GERMANS BOILED DEAD SOLDIERS DOWN FOR FAT AND HE WAS HORRIFIED WHAT SHAMEFUL SIN HOW SAD THAT CHRISTIAN MEN SHOULD COME TO THAT
 I dream of a small firelit room With yellow candles burning straight, And glowing pictures in the gloom, And kindly books that hold me late. Of things like these I love to think When I can never be alone: Then some one says, "Another drink?"-- And turns my living heart to stone. THE KISS To these I turn, in these I trust; Brother Lead and Sister Steel. To his blind power I make appeal; I guard her beauty clean from rust. He spins and burns and loves the air, And splits a skull to win my praise; But up the nobly marching days She glitters naked, cold and fair. Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this; That in good fury he may feel The body where he sets his heel Quail from your downward darting kiss. THE TOMBSTONE-MAKER He primmed his loose red mouth, and leaned his head Against a sorrowing angel's breast, and said: "You'd think so much bereavement would have made Unusual big demands upon my trade. The War comes cruel hard on some poor folk-- Unless the fighting, stops I'll soon be broke.  SECTION FORTY FOUR OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIGUN BY SIGUN READ FOR LIBERVOX DOTORG BY MARK HISSONG THE TOMBSTONE MAKER HE PRIMMED HIS LOOSE RED MOUTH AND LEANED HIS HEAD AGAINST A SORROWING ANGEL'S BREAST AND SAID YE'D THANK SO MUCH BEREAVEN WOULD HAVE MADE UNUSUAL BIG DEMANDS UPON MY TRADE THE WAR COMES CRUEL HARD ON SOME POOR FOLK UNLESS THE FIGHTING STOPS I'LL SOON BE BROKE
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