diggers

from lion:

we are soldered . too the up
deys drive . the vast soiled mound
these were our people . shovel
spade and future . re site of the
had to do duty . madars and pedars
corpses in a ground . but leave as
shahid bash . mojahed . vatan
thousands . piled . in lined
the stench of the eye of a lie
it shone out . like long words
for my earth . is your . brown ghel
is all there to me . dug once
crouch in the myths . bent double
one and day . dugged near . like the heat
spat it . oil and shat and for
bemiran . in their sweat . pleading
on any head . as magas buzzworm
the ghel made scarlet . flied sand
in old caves . of tribes . of cross
swallowers . and . enough of it
enough of it . makes it an anger
in the lust to speak . to be long
like the lion . for the long