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May 2014
He gifts them Summer fields
and even fetches them twilight sun
stinting over rows of trees,
where  fireflies hover
and in the midst of paradise
you realise his regimen is familiar
he has already sent multitudinous pals,
adorned in grey and tarnished buckles
into fields of blood red poppies
and vortex craters filled with iron oxide
no greater love than scarred sacrifice
to perfect his  own dusk
I am thinking of day one of the Somme  1916 with the new model army of  clerks and farmers mown down by ill thought out tactics
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
707
     --- and topaz oreilly
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