They kept to the bush paths;
Two weary deserters
Gone mad by constant enemy shells,
Hearts failed at seeing comrades drop dead at their sides;
Once soldiers reduced by enemy artillery
To effigies in blood-stained khakis.
They had gone weary
And so had deserted
To live dogs
Than die lions

In the midst of the jungle,
A tribe of unknown souls
Ravaged by hunger,
Found a taste for human flesh
They found two weary deserters a blessing from the gods
They feasted with relish and thankful hearts
Before a bonfire along the bush paths.


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