I like this piece, and the way it works on the page, too. It drifts,
floats, falls in a rubato-esque fashion, and yet the images are so clear,
powerful, the emotion obvious, yet not overblown...
Terrie
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> he recalls
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> falling
> to test how low you can go
> before you die
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> chutes tangled in trees
> men helpless
> in harness
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> or drifting into bogs
> drowning
> in mud
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> boys shot as they dropped
> in a sea
> of liquid lead
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> new snow
> red berets
> sharp as bull's-eyes
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> he doesn't know why
> he lived
> and they died
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> sixty years on
> he brushes the blazer
> knots the regimental tie
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> pins a crimson poppy
> on his lapel
> lights a cigar
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> stares at the sky
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> christina fletcher
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