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In this wilderness, where one foot must keep above the other through these yards of deep auburn clay

Fists clench over open palms to turn their diamonds back to shards of coal

Worn as talismans from their conquered

Medals of what has been consumed and decayed

There is no trench deeper than the gaping wounds on display

And with no war ever ending

How will these letters make it back unburned to the home front?

Great men say these stories will one day prove the fodder of glorious youth novels

Devoured by lives better lived beyond such literary terms

When the weary as yet have bitter cold miles to go

As they bear their teeth at the wolves

Who would only too gleefully see them not meet their fates of strong breathe

But weak of heart 

Created: Jun 08, 2012


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