War Memorial - Mark Lanegan

Good, have I done good?

I fell on command

Give me my first and last medal

Observed in ritual behind the door

A heavy ivory white door

Where I’ve come off my hinges

Fire underground, I murdered a sentry there

Without wanting to

Wasn’t nothing else to do

Saw a squad of deserters hung from an oak

Saw officers shot from their saddles

Through driving snow and through black smoke

With a pack of feral dogs snapping at my hooves

Eyes rolled back in their heads

The blank blessed eyesight of the dead

Entire battalions snuffed like a spark

Beat like a heart

Drowned by an ocean

Don’t tell me the ending of the play

Don’t make me look

Look in the mirror