There are cries and prayers in foxholes

To gods

That do not listen

Because

They are not there

In the center of all

Men about to

Die

There burns an ember of

Fear

Fear in the

Knowledge that this

Life

Is all

And once it passes

There is no more

In foxholes,

Where men cry out to

Gods that do not listen

Because

They are not there,

The sound of death

Is feared

Because

Once it is

Heard,

All men in foxholes know,

Inside,

There are no more

Sounds left

To be heard

All men in foxholes

Know and fear

This truth:

The end

Is really,

The end