A Veteran's Sleep Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

A Veteran's Sleep



Even at the wake dawn, enigmas couldn't respire,
Even with affluence piled as sand dunes in harmattan;
A veteran's breath is gone, still in inert state—
State of rest, motionless. Vanity.

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