Mustard Gas Fairy (Come and Lay Me To Bed) -3/25/05

I fought for months in trenches bleak and cold
And braved the fire of foes I thought I knew
This all for Love and Great Defense of you.
For I was told the steadfast win the gold.

But late I saw that you were flitting bold
From trench to trench, as spies are wont to do
So I declared my fighting days were through
Consigned you to a barracks tale old.

So why can I still feel that bayonet
That twixt the ribs and shoulder-blades does grind
Although I try expelling it in rhyme
Yet still I see your ghost in foxholes sit
Why won’t you leave alone my tired mind,
And let this wounded soldier rest a time?