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Deserter

What new assault is this?
You have regrouped, retrenched
Seen the lay of the land
Armed yourself anew
Advanced
Advanced again
Strong arms around a too thin waist
Soft murmurings to that ear
Can you not see that she is deaf?
A heavy hand, a wooden heart
White and empty are her eyes
Anger she could deal with
Built walls so high...
No arrow could  pierce that heart
No rout to that soul
But this?
The field is level, can you not see?
 
Put a bullet to her head
Cover with shroud
No letters home to sing her praise
Your lifelong friend and foe has gone, abandoned ship
And a thousand unknown soldiers turn within their grave...

◄ Tainted Wings

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