
“Abstract Soldier” by Greg Pitts
in the corners of soil
squared shoulders cut
into the fit of their fate
corners cut to receive
cornered caskets of
youth who were cut
to believe that the
smell of a man cut
by fear is the smell
of a coward a man
to be cornered and
cut from the ranks
so as not to dilute the
acute smell of duty
I Love to smell the sweet earth…tho…not quite like that…
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me too
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Superb.
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cheers
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Wow. Wow. Wow. You’re too good at this, Paul.
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aw shucks
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You cut no corners to write fine poetry – well done.
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thanks, Mike
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Powerful! Powerful!
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deeply appreciate that
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Powerful and brilliant word play.
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thank you most kindly
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Very accurate!
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Sadly, true for every war ever fought.
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indeed
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