Joseph Rudyard Kipling. (№ 369932)

For that he died and how he lived at all.
To get to the meat, bones and veins, are gone.
The war has prepared a feast for them, where you can eat without interference.
Of all the defenseless creatures of the earth, the dead defenseless of all.
A goat butts, stink aphids, a failure.
But a poor dead soldier of the king could not raise our hands...