But she would weep to see today how on his skin the swart flies move; the dust upon the paper eye and the burst stomach like a cave.For here the love… - Keith Douglas

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But she would weep to see today
how on his skin the swart flies move;
the dust upon the paper eye
and the burst stomach like a cave.For here the lover and killer are mingled
who had one body and one heart.
And death, who had the soldier singled
has done the lover mortal hurt.