More milk hearted; a timid stunt
of drifts and thieves distorted,
the silks of a grave surpassed -
a lay unchartered, where fray
and wound next glory became
a khaki hill without a name.
The tame of each dread root
thwarted – the tip of each snapped finger
larked and dipped its fever
into parts of men long since lost -
a thousand yards of misspent youth
martyred in the frost.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
More milk hearted; a timid stunt
of drifts and thieves distorted,
the silks of a grave surpassed -
a lay unchartered, where fray
and wound next glory became
a khaki hill without a name.
The tame of each dread root
thwarted – the tip of each snapped finger
larked and dipped its fever
into parts of men long since lost -
a thousand yards of misspent youth
martyred in the frost.
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