rarely does history award

the varied dead with more

than a passing nod. many

soldiers' corpses turn into

a footbridge for the enemy,

or a hurdle in the path to

hell. many spilled bodies

are only mentioned in a pile

and one plus one just

makes two more.

if i'm gonna die, i wanna

go down as a shield. like

some roman armor. even

if i'm dead, use my body.

lord knows it'd make for

better reading than 'just

cancer' or 'just aids'. besides

some mama's boy has

gotta make it home

anyways.