War Time
A cast of players wait their turn
to play an army in retreat.
To kiss the final bony hand
that only soldiers meet.
The players act their given parts.
The props, emotions lost or sold
but even in this hell they play
their parts as cast in gold.
The shot the fire the fleeting dance
the light the sound of victory
the hope the charge the passing chance
the cause the loss
fatality.
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