Brought by EMS, they are life’s living casualties, slowly dying by their own sword.
Temporarily self-sedated, oblivious to the pain of the world, they are comfortably obtunded.
Occasionally ready for an imaginary fight that won’t happen, soon enough soothed by the warm embrace of security.
Ready for a few hours sleep and a stale sandwich, then sent on their way only to start the whole processional again.
Hurrah! Hurray! Huzzah! Huzzay!
The parade’s about to begin!