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by Lenny Sep 1, 2007 category : Dark, fantasy / other
Six soldiers Leave their feathers In the blood No tears The private service Sheds No man bears more With his eyes Than him That one Who leaves his feather last With mud streaked Across his blood camouflage He is the only one who knows He will be the only of the six Who grows As he pulls his gun To fire the salute He turns Tear clots his eye And he fires, His five comrades Die And as he turns to leave To live broken Beaten Life The gun of secret number seven Fires Twice. And none are left. Just six feathers In the blood.