T'was my Last
Even after its mastication
I could muster the words of the Sidonian
Through feigned smile
Those cooked worms
In two beauty wrappers
Could not be my consolation
Even the little worms in my abdomen
Made protests in disapproval
Oh tomorrow is brighter
Though yesterday's glimpse
Was fair in the naked moon
Tomorrow might not say much
And the phrase of baby Soldiers
'Now Your Suffering Continues'
Spoken in mockery and Cavilling
Spread through calloused lips
Though true today,
Will end in the dusk
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