Close Enough To Hear Men's Screams
the fifty cal pierced the tank
flash and bang, it quickly shrank
shrill high screams,so briefly heard,
then comes the death's, savage bird
thus pecked clean; blue eyes and spleen,
not more terrible, death, seen,
and so the night's moon I'd thank
died, I not, in fiery tank
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