When Nines are Twenty
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

They stand collected
They stand in pride
Their metallic arms
Dually fading

A lonesome moon
Wanders above
In deeper darkness
Wading

I hear the tunes
The tunes of death
I feel no pain
And no regrets

i died a hero
With my gun
When they were twenty
And I was one