Soldiers

The smile of one face is like a fierce mermaid Floating dead in a little pale-brown pond. The lips of one are twisted To a hieroglyphic of silence. The face of another is like a shining frog. Another face is met by a question That digs into it like sudden claws. Beside it is a face like a mirror In which a stiffened child dangles.... Dead soldiers, in a sprawling crescent, Whose faces form a gravely mocking sentence.