Everyone Was Aware

The boys fell out, Quelled by violence A lessening of intensity, now We covered them with our duffle coats. Thinking back on it I can see notices in gothic characters. I no longer had the strength to move, I lookd toward Hiroshima - No dish in a restaurant. We're miles ahead of them and These are winter's last throes. Letter to an unknown soldier: Isn't it fabulous, even if it is Russian flesh? Propaganda horizon, For some mourning meant classes, A last minute stop at the horizontal position of attention. Tiny echoes, four more escorts: I climbed the bridge. The ignorance was mine, criminal instinct of self preservation. This is forgery, Hitler had had a closer bond that turned the scales, A nation and its people. Time to take. I remembered suddenly the butt end of his rifle, Expressionless.