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Jul 2013
Silent mist of Flanders
suctioned to the fields
enclosing you, old soldier
shut off from this world
and
gently moaning
from beyond the boundaries
we call human
Tranced skeleton shot through
and running dead
through poppied-blood
I saw you today, heartbroken boy
calling for your mother's touch
Through a mouthful
of
earth
Written by
Annette Bishop
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