These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight.
We have only the memory left of their home-treasured sayings and laughter…
The flesh we had nursed from the first in all cleanness was given
To corruption unveiled and assailed by the malice of Heaven-
By the heart-shaking jests of Decay where it lolled on the wires…
To be senselessly tossed and re tossed in stale mutilation
From crater to crater. For this we will take expiation.
But who shall return us our children?