He primmed his loose red mouth and leaned his head
Against a sorrowing angels breast, and said:
Youd 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 Ill soon be broke.
He eyed the Cemetery across the road.
Theres scores of bodies out abroad, this while,
That should be here by rights. They little knowd
How theyd 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 souls should come to that!
