When my poor body died,-Alas! <br />I watched it topple down a hill <br />And sink beside a tuft of grass. <br />I laughed like mad, <br />and laughing still <br />I bowed and thanked the bit of shell <br />That set me free and made me glad. <br />Then quietly, <br />I strolled to Hell.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-224/
