he was Expendable and so it never mattered

In the early months of Spring the ships pulled into the harbor,
and the sea exploded with Men:
Men, who had seen flesh and red, pink and blood—
shot eyes that would follow them, wherever they ended up.
Boys, who had kissed a girl back home, with a hard-
on in their pants, would they ever come back?
The walls of Home were nearby, past miles of broken ocean;
through the stormy mountains that once grew trees.
The Cozy Commander blew his ivory horn,
and from his blimp he threw down the punctured rafts,
Children first— there are no women here —
and then come the Men, the Noble Men.
They thrashed and gurgled and spit up
the salty sea Heroically... kicking,
kicking for freedom, kicking for justice,
paddling their way to the City of Becoming.
A city torn asunder- there could be no Victory,
Berlin would fall, give birth to a Wall,
and the rest of Spring wouldn't be so easy.
But kicked they did.
And in the midst of thousands floating on their hearts,
their sinking hearts,
A Baby kicks triumphantly. He can't walk (he can hardly talk,
for the only word he speaks is "Liebe"),
but he struggles on with the rest, fighting the current,
fighting with all the rest.

But soon they pass the pirate ship,
and the thousand of Seals slip out.
Gliding through the icy water,
with detonators in their oily mouths,
they sail past the flailing recruits, mumbling
"We wish you the best, just like all the rest"
and swim off to put their sealpowder to the test.
The Baby has disappeared,
slipped 'neath the horde of Seals that had suddenly appeared,
and while his creative mind was beginning to thrive,
He was overran by Men,
who were once Young, and once Alive.