Eyes wide open
He lay on the ground,
Bating not an eyelid
Uttering not a sound.

Unmoved he watched
The battle proceed,
For he had done his duty
And he had done his deed.

Breathless he lay
With a wound so deep
That was his forever
For him to keep.

It was now a wound
That gave him no pain,
He would lose nothing
And nothing would he gain.

Writhing in pain
And bleeding he had died
“Save me my mother”
He had cried!