Limping
Corners of the earth
Giants, stoic like the armies of the dead
Grasping soft blood, spreading to their domain

Paper widest of all
So thin the fly takes no note
Flakes falling like a british supper
Limping

Legs drag, springs worn
Too many parts have been given
To repair the limbs of others
Leaving this specimen too weak to walk
Too lost to stop

But images of war, of strength and pride
The wounded are cowards to stop
The battle, and life, lay ahead
So bleeding hearts, broken bones, torn flesh
Charge forward and smile