Dance upon deaf ears
tip tap metal clear as crystal
piercing the night
screaming against the bricks

Regular and out of time
scraping dust and drunken rhyme
the rhythm danced and shared among others
the night closes under covers

a sleep had fitful
duel of thoughts and combat
derrived from the worst
trenches mud dirt and hurt

no man's land but our own
hand grenades thrown
ignoring the comrades they hit
as long as the battle nears

the war not one but many
spare a penny fallen on deaf ears