Drummer Boy ©

Boyhood green I was ‘mongst
manhood.
tears o’ fear..awa frae hame
cried I.
sweat smells o’ marching men
an’ I a drummer boy
dressed in drummer yellow,
nae red for me,
until youth’s disappearing
daffodil clothes
withered wi' age.

Then bluides red badge of honour
I displayed upon my breast.
cloud grey the mist o’ battles
horror.
bayonet sharp the twisting
in the gut
o' honours’ enemy.

Screaming men falling
in line perfect style
dominoes doon.
the sergeant screams,
the horses panic in steamy shit filled fear.
my drum is gone for a soldier.
my flintlock fired beyond redemption
and bodies crumple in
homage tae my aim.
lost in bluide lust
swim I