Tom wailed. Why, oh why? For what?
He tripped on a barrel and fell on a bottle
And why and why and--
What have you done?
You foolish boys have killed my son.
In time, in space, with breath, his last--
He shared his loss with Tom. (horrified and helpless and
Heartrendingly numb) Tom touched the gushing wound.
What have I done?
What have we done?
-The Philosopher died on that field.-