Matthew Danley Poems

Through the hedgerow I peer
As my quarry draws near.
The local commander, trying to motivate his troops,
Continues towards me, as I prepare to shoot.
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Off we go, into the night,
By air we go, to join the fight.
We board the airplane, preparing to fly,
With canvas trailing above, we fall from the sky.
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Four unknowns are lying here
Four men with unknown names
These men sleep unending slumber
Lost in brutal games
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