And there he lay
a sobbing voice beside
told the story tale

I saw a crumpled body
a plum coloured head
a cord digging into
the noosed neck

this was death
and death was all

what bizare thoughts
had troubled the soon dead brain
what and how grotesque
he saw his battles end
his mother's woe

and tomorrow he will raise
no head from the pillow
no day in his head
and no waking mother's son