Helmets
Two helmets that I wore
Peel my time to its bare
Remind me of oxen
In the yoke!
The two are like the eyes
In one face, in front
Never see eye to eye
Unless in the mirror!
My helmets can only
Show themselves
In line of memories
And the time!
Then I was flying
Had rank and in plane
Now on me a jacket
Its cross mention me:
"Labourer…"
How can they meet and talk
Unless in my secret?
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