Death of a Comrade - Martin Carter

Death must not find us thinking that we die

too soon, too soon

our banner draped for you

I would prefer

the banner in the wind

Not bound so tightly

in a scarlet fold

not sodden, sodden

with your people's tears

but flashing on the pole

we bear aloft

down and beyond this dark, dark lane of rags.

Now, from the mourning vanguard moving on

dear Comrade, I salute you and I say

Death will not find us thinking that we die.

-Martin Carter

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