to a stick
and hold it up
over the bloody
trench so that the enemy
can see
you've given up,
at least for now.
you need a day off.
maybe two.
you need
some time away from
this war
that can't be won,
can't be lost.
you need some R and R
away from
it all.
maybe an island somewhere.
a cold drink
in hand,
the blue water touching
your feet,
your chair in the sand.
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