His sward draws dances
with comrades he never kissed
concentric circles
squeeze his soul
he pulses
wingless angels
touch his lips
he smiles
νενικήθημεν
(Far Pitched Tents: Poems of War [Paperback]
Michael M Nikoletseas. Copyright 2011)
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