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Spring carried its call on that May morning;
From churning the fields, to felling the pine;
Each homage attested was carded in prime
And they marched into War without warning;
Singing deep from within to their strides of rhyme; 
'The light in our hearts is the source of our souls;
Love warmed all and every one of our bodies'.

Now, nailed beneath this rat hole to skyline;
Paced, black splintered stumps, shot-blown and laid low.
From that charcoal far line, a shadowed halo;
A speed throbbing sound started coming.
The outbreak of fire rapped dark clay on hard souls;
Scorching and tearing the raw nerve of the fierce;
Within drifting clouds - the same vista appears.

Shells scattered the prey, some froze there like stone;
Bodies laid pardoned, no senses to mind;
On a thrashing gun, each man left was descried,
Til furnaced heat burrows straight through the bone;
Yet on, piercing white to shatter inside;
For courage's glow, cools soft with the breeze,
As this time known now- is just memory.

'Oh star of night will you guide me to thee;
I never paid mind of your shine until now;
Lucid you are, in that black, river crowned;
Far from frozen Earth that now drains me.
May we be gone!  Radiant'- on muttered prayers;
'In Life- far from time, Oh when will it be !
When all Man's love lights this world for us to see?'

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