Often confusing

Trenches.

He tucked himself in the clouds,
And went to sleep with the stars.
I could never find him again,
Not after all those wars.
Their fires clogged up the night sky.
The clouds were gone, now just smoke and blight.
In the trenches we fought, now sleepless and dry.
There were no more stars to show us light.
And yet I stared ahead and forward,
Looking for an opening where the sky tore asunder.
Someplace where I could see you again.
The fallen they called you, sleep tight my friend.
I cannot close my eyes, for someone has to watch.
Have the dead ever fallen if no one saw their bodies rot.
Who will count your number tucked in the sea,
Of clouds and stars, them or me?
They who resent your waking glances.
Who pine for a bed but cannot slumber.
Never looking up but ahead,
To give you glory when you are dead.
Gifts of tin you cannot refuse.
Nor your children, awake and confused.
And one day they will be sent to sleep.
Below us in these trenches deep.