The Wall Of All Against All

Look alive gentlemen,
Or fake your death, your wounds undressed beneath your costumes.
Some are so well rehearsed for hearses it hurts, always the first to wave the white flag
And barricade themselves in false pretenses, fox holed in trenches
Forged casualties with casual pleas, dying to please the enemy.

They’d die to stay alive.
We kill to survive.

We are the corps of corpses.
We are up in arms and armed
Bring on all the King’s horses and all the King’s men.

Push on, plot on. These legs like pistons pumping. Forward motion.
Convalescent men in uniform.
We have fallen to friendly fire. Shrapnel freckles our spine.
Still our feet fall. One by one.

We are the corps of corpses.
We are up in arms and armed
Bring on all the King’s horses and all the King’s men.

We were lead to led lovers while marching to the beat.
We were lead to led lovers we kissed so well. We kissed so well.

The cannon’s calling our name.
I hear her singing to me.
Singing softly under her breathe.
The cannon’s calling our name.
I hear her singing to me in morse code.
“To arms to arms. This is a revolution, this is our revolution”
We are the corps of corpses.
We are up in arms and armed.