Etchings
What was it took the babies off to war… the adolescent wonder-fools, at best, who’d yet to learn the fo'c'sle from the floor; who couldn’t tell the study from the test? They nursed upon the warrior code of Duke, a hero of the legendary screen, but never saw him scared enough to puke, he never was a grunt behind the scenes. The military called them to a man except the golden children in reserve whose Daddies knew the secrets of the plan and all the students grading on the curve. Opposed were led directly to the blame, the yeas were on the news before us all. Survivors had to live or die with shame for not becoming etchings on the wall. ~ Dean Neighbors ~ |
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