Saturday, September 6, 2014

marching onward

a line
of pale soldiers
marching
going
forward
to the front
lines.
weapons
in hand, boots
tight.
the helmets
strapped
strong
against their
brows.
all hell is
about
to break loose.
they know that
but keep
marching
keep marching
into death,
into blood,
into bones
exposed,
into a limbless
limbo,
obeying the orders
of those
back home,
those safe
and warm, cozy
in their
protected
wombs.

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