Blood trickles
In the fight
Dead soldiers drift into the light—
Souls seep
From punctured holes
Life is put to sleep
As each sense grows
To six and on— beyond what the living knows:
The end
Means that you extend forever
Removed from your fleshly tether
Tied apart
Becoming a part
Of another land
Rising between
Where sun beams
Hit warm unearthly sand.

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