W ~ Marchenkrieg (The Faerytale War)
By Jack Cade
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This time all the trenches will be golden at the rim
This time every soldier will be tender in the limb
Every slender, silver barrel dancing in the dim
Lead me through our m?rchenkrieg
my love, my clip of roses
Lie down in my foxhole of posies
No more fields and skies stained uniform puce alkaline
The star of every hunk of flak, the moon of every mine
flamb?ed in honey rum or marinated in red wine
Love me in our m?rchenkrieg
my love, my clip of roses
Lie down in my foxhole of posies
This time every river will be one of rowanberry
gushing from our bodies, from the wounds of lime and sherry
The booziness of law, the sluice of the military
Kill me for our m?rchenkrieg
my love, my clip of roses
Lie down in my foxhole of posies
This time every victim will be verminous and vile
Their corpses will be rosy, China white and laid in aisle
and every soldier's decency is written in his file
Spoon me more m?rchenkrieg
my love, my clip of roses
Come down to my foxhole of posies
This time you'll be laid beneath the splinters of my sex,
the marble of my white cross and the wrecks of my legs
My hands on your soft handgrenades, red ribbons round our necks
Moving for the m?rchenkrieg
my love, my clip of roses
Naked in our foxhole of posies
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