[The Bearer finds it and restores it.]
That was a man a month ago;
He could see and feel and know.
Then, into his throat there sped
A bit of lead.
Blood was salt in his mouth; he fell
And lay amid the battle wreck.
Nothing was left but this metal check—
And a wife and child, perhaps.
[The Bearer finds the bag on his arm troublesome. He holds it up, inspecting it.]