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Dance laddie dance

In your machine gun trance

As your jigger body flits

Among wired gore and bits.

Scream laddie scream

In your steel ripped dream

As clamouring shells

Ring out Death’s bells

Turn laddie turn

As the phosphorous burns

‘gainst your young boy face

In this melting place

Stare laddie stare

Through the milk white glare

Of your unseeing eye

Turned dead to the sky

Tick laddie tock

Goes the beating clock

As your body bag drops

Spilling human slops

Shush laddie Shush

In the final push

Where beauty falls

As leaves through Palls

London. 2003