Three weeks gone and the combatants gone br returning over the nightmare ground br we found the place again, and found br the soldier sprawling in the sun. br br The frowning barrel of his gun br overshadowing. As we came on br that day, he hit my tank with one br like the entry of a demon. br br Look. Here in the gunpit spoil br the dishonoured picture of his girl br who has put: Steffi. Vergissmeinnicht. br in a copybook gothic script. br br We see him almost with content, br abased, and seeming to have paid br and mocked at by his own equipment br that's hard and good when he's decayed. br br But she would weep to see today br how on his skin the swart flies move; br the dust upon the paper eye br and the burst stomach like a cave. br br For here the lover and killer are mingled br who had one body and one heart. br And death who had the soldier singled br has done the lover mortal hurt.