So many people have died before me,
I'm disgusted to be one of the ones
left behind, to suffer, desire, but free!
Big whoops. I've nothing to offer but puns
and, if we're to be totally honest,
which is, frankly, stupid, I'd be okay
with merely having been a spark, at best,
in dear Dad's eyes, with mom, having his way.
I hear stories about Anzac heroes.
Diggers there to do. And Nazi-killers
and wild kamikazes flying zeroes.
Me, I'm Marines and Navy -- meat fillers.
Yup, billions and billions returned to dust:
Only a sifting handful still discussed.