The Tombstone-Maker
He primmed his loose red mouth, and leaned his head Against a sorrowing angel's breast, and said: "You'd think so much bereavement would have made Unusual big demands upon my trade. The War comes cruel hard on some poor folk - Unless the fighting stops I'll soon be broke." He eyed the Cemetery across the road - "There's scores of bodies out abroad, this while, That should be here by rights; they little know'd How they'd get buried in such wretched style." I told him, with a sympathetic grin, That Germans boil dead soldiers down for fat; And he was horrified. "What shameful sin! O sir, that Christian men should come to that!"
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