Final Thought
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I hear the thunder of the foot soldiers
and smell the reek of their expedition
I feel the cold of the steel they clamp
to mine wrist
and the rough of the hemp about mine
throat
I hear the last word of the commander
and the plank beneath mine boots
it's instant crack
I sense the sudden slow gust of wind
rise up mine chin and face
as mine last journey
is down
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