He focused on the stoney field
and while he knew the blitz of war,
he saw her melt into pink plaster
the dome of that other place
where she could never be seen again
where he could have her for this moment;
the dawn of his dream held her captive-
he smiled to compose the mental letter home
but the crusted terrain met him first handed
and the iron captain was killed anyway.
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Wither (she)is metaphore for war or real.At least his end was swift. What the heart longs for the spirit will acquire in time.Lovely powerful verse.Leaves me wanting for more in maybe retro illumination.
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