Holding Ground
I leave town on a thin
scar
In search of a good vein
To snake around the marsh
land
On riddled higher ground
canopy shredded in silent
blinding fusillades
that drive back the
implacable night
under the strictest orders
to hold my ground
at any cost
blithely unaware
hostilities have ceased
surrender negotiated
in the lead up to battle
maintaining this position
awaiting my new orders
rehearsing the secret
password
the relief column sure to
appear.
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