He reads long fought battles.
Discoveries made long ago.
Travelers challenged in unknown lands.
Of discoveries made
with not much of ado.
Of swords, guns, cannon balls
of tents, written documents discovered.
Of marlinespike...
channel discovery seen
with a child's delight.
Of sword fight, knights,
trench warfare, grenade...
Of a sword
that ran through
his chest.
Remained there
to put all the restlessness at rest.
And slumber covering his face
in a lover's nest.
Under the tent,
under a blanket.
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