Our Years-long battle with Life grows wearisome.
Our arms are over-stretched and out of date. Our wavering
fire falls short of target.
Our front line faculties are slow and sullen
and even mutinous –
and our supply lines clatter no longer – there are
no more Reserves.
Our teeth are voting with their feet.
Hoist the white flag – Cry Halt – we’ve had enough!
And remember to release the girls
imprisoned in our shrunken memories.
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