The Soldier, Prosaic version (with apologies to Rupert Brooke)

There's a war on.
If I die in it, I want you to think the following things:

  1. I'll be buried in some foreign place.
  2. Think of it as a better place because I'm buried there;
  3. it'll be better because I'm English.
  4. Don't be sad.
  5. In that grave, the soil will be more fertile, because my dust is English dust.

  6. Imagine also that I'm not totally dead.
  7. My heart is exonerated of all crimes.
  8. This permits it to continue to beat.
  9. The heartbeat is pulsing because the human mind is eternal.
  10. That beating sends back messages in time with mental activity still alive in me.
  11. It sends you, my survivors, messages full of remembered experiences of England.
  12. These memories are

I lie there, dead and not dead, in England and not in England.