Metallic Beans
the soldier smiled at me
but his smiles were false
I knew by intuition
that the night would be uneasy
things would be bloody
with metallic beans worn
around waste and neck
some in pockets and arms
I was sure the beans were gifts
brought for each man’s heart
in village of hard truth
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