In the fight
Dead soldiers drift into the light—
From punctured holes
Life is put to sleep
As each sense grows
To six and on— beyond what the living knows:
Means that you extend forever
Removed from your fleshly tether
Becoming a part
Of another land
Where sun beams
Hit warm unearthly sand.
"If you don't work nothing will." Maya Angelou Read Bio
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