Russian General
The two combatants were
Cast in a deceitful duel
Enmeshed in the charming world
Of wounded psyche’s
Where thoughts
Take arms and batter one another
I opened the heavy fire door
On my private inferno
My chest decorated
Rows of gleaming medals
Much like a Russian General
Each medal signifying some special action
A cowardly special action
So I yield my chest, my body
To the executioners, I willingly do it,
Because that’s what soldiers do.
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