Bolt upright Staring down the sights Still holding firing position Behind the breech of the MG92 Squad arranged By the book But taken out Decrowned His head Decrowned Still in death Throughout eternity About to fire Longing to kill Kill Top of skull Blasted off Brains exposed Scalped by heavy fire Decomposed He met the bitter end Steadfast in defence Frozen in time Redesigned As brass slugs corrode His body rots away No more to be done For his emperor A setting sun His head Decrowned His head Decrowned Decrowned