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