Open your eyes you bastard
we want you here right now
say something; come on digger
your friends are all around.

Squeeze my hand you bloody wanker
still light in this here day
work to be done old cobber
can't sleep the day away.

Talk to me you arsehole
tell me that bloody joke again
got a tinny and a smoke here
at least show that you're in pain.

I'll help you to your feet mate
the chopper's on the way
you'll be ok you silly bastard
not your turn to die today

Some stupid bloody performance!
Open your eyes so you can see.
Breathe, you rotten arsehole
don’t bloody die on me!

Shit mate - you're not a lifer
ten days an' you're out'a here
the round eye sheilas 'll love ya
have no bloody fear

Fair dinkum mate! Come off it
you're scarin' shit out’a me
We're all dyin' to bloody get home...

Please God swap him for me!

Anthony W. Pahl
©May 1, 2000

This is Part 2 of the “Dying” Trilogy

Part 1
They Were Dying to Go Home
Richard D. Preston

Part 3
Dying The Came Home
Lucille J. Biscaglio

Page created: Saturday, 27 May 2000

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