Cold Steel
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jerry hughes
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'I parried, but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now.' Wilfred Owen
Between the trenches no-mans land.
Strategies had us confront one another.
I didn't know you my brother,
but blood would be our bond.
You thrust, I parried.
Thus we fought, and died.
I saw your lips form 'mutter, '
as 'mother' hissed through mine.
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