Evidence Of The Unfinished Game

1
Tacit. Field of battle.
Morning dew shines on
Empty eye–sockit of sculls cracked.
Grass grows through helmets
Slain by bullits at the fureful blood attack.

Somewhen in theese places
Worriers rush on an
Armour, scattering their brains.
Ribs caught cool bayonets
Earth cried out. Stones like bones can be in pain.

Refrain:

White bones
Black stones
Combination
Is like dusty draughtboard.
Dead gone
Can’t mourne.
So what?
So what?!..
Did their bones
Stop the war?
Did ever stones
Fully score?
White bones
Black stones
Evidence Of The Unfinished Game.

2
After great massacre
They looked small who were
Dying in the craters of big bombs.
Night hides dead heros.
And nobody come to bury their bare bones.

White bones
Black stones
Combination
Is like dusty draughtboard.
Dead gone
Can’t mourne.
So what?
So what?!..
Did their bones
Stop the war?
Did ever stones
Fully score?
White bones
Black stones
Evidence Of The Unfinished Game.