Death Hall



Death Hall

All are a sleep

Do they dream?

Or weep

Shall I stop?

And see

A butcher shop

It must be

Where have they gone?

They are but weeds

Something they have all undergone

I too will endure

Old and withdrawn

As in the battle of Marston moor*

In ‘44*

We will all meet again

*the battle of Marston moor in 1644