Les ombres se m\u00ealaient et battaient la semelle
\nUn convoi se formait en gare \u00e0 Verberie
\nLes plateformes se chargeaient d\u2019artillerie
\nOn hissait les chevaux les sacs et les gamelles<\/p>\n
Il y avait un lieutenant roux et fris\u00e9
\nQui criait dans la nuit sans arr\u00eat des ordures
\nOn s\u2019\u00e9nerve toujours quand la manoeuvre dure
\nEt qu\u2019au-dessus de vous \u00e9clatent les fus\u00e9es<\/p>\n
On part Dieu sait pour o\u00f9 \u00c7a tient du mauvais r\u00eave
\nOn glissera le long de la ligne de feu
\nQuelque part \u00e7a commence \u00e0 n\u2019\u00eatre plus du jeu
\nLes bonshommes l\u00e0-bas attendent la rel\u00e8ve<\/p>\n
Le train va s\u2019en aller noir en direction
\nDu sud en traversant les campagnes d\u00e9sertes
\nAvec ses wagons de dormeurs la bouche ouverte
\nEt les songes \u00e9pais des respirations<\/p>\n
Il tournera pour \u00e9viter la capitale
\nAu matin p\u00e2le On le mettra sur une voie
\nDe garage Un convoi qui donne de la voix
\nPasse avec ses toits peints et ses croix d\u2019h\u00f4pital<\/p>\n
Et nous vers l\u2019est \u00e0 nouveau qui roulons Voyez
\nLa cargaison de chair que notre marche entra\u00eene
\nVers le fade parfum qu\u2019exhalent les gangr\u00e8nes
\nAu long pourrissement des entonnoirs noy\u00e9s<\/p>\n
Tu n\u2019en reviendras pas toi qui courais les filles
\nJeune homme dont j\u2019ai vu battre le coeur \u00e0 nu
\nQuand j\u2019ai d\u00e9chir\u00e9 ta chemine et toi non plus
\nTu n\u2019en reviendras pas vieux joueur de manille<\/p>\n
Qu\u2019un obus a coup\u00e9 par le travers en deux
\nPour une fois qu\u2019il avait un jeu du tonnerre
\nEt toit le tatou\u00e9 l\u2019ancien l\u00e9gionnaire
\nTu survivras longtemps sans visage sans yeux<\/p>\n
Roule au loin roule train des derni\u00e8res lueurs
\nLes soldats assoupis que ta danse secoue
\nLaissent pencher leur front et fl\u00e9chissent le cou
\nCela sent le tabac la laine et la sueur<\/p>\n
Comment vous regarder sans voir vos destin\u00e9es
\nFianc\u00e9s de la terre et promis des douleurs
\nLa veilleuse vous fait de la couleur des pleurs
\nVous bougez vaguement vos jambes condamn\u00e9es<\/p>\n
Vous \u00e9tirez vos bras vous retrouvez le jour
\nArr\u00eat brusque et quelqu\u2019un crie Au jus l\u00e0-dedans
\nVous b\u00e2illez vous avez une bouche et des dents
\nEt le caporal chante Au pont de Minaucourt<\/p>\n
D\u00e9j\u00e0 la pierre pense o\u00f9 votre nom s\u2019inscrit
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 vous n\u2019\u00eates plus qu\u2019un mot d\u2019or sur nos places
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 le souvenir de vos amours s\u2019efface
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 vous n\u2019\u00eates plus que pour avoir p\u00e9ri<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[931],"poems-book":[859],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[281],"class_list":["post-16391","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-931","poems-book-le-roman-inacheve","poete-louis-aragon"],"yoast_head":"\n