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For those who can't sleep

Night - scant coloured

Danpicby Daniel Jones06 Nov 2013

Night -
Scant coloured,
We trade a tired shelling once more

My first enemy
Who in defeat I'd call friend
With a nod
With a grunt
With a raging hurl
Of a silence, so silent
Amongst others, unaware
Always stone, always aging
As you and I lock still.

So court my hours
Stay the clamouring
The honeyed tendril break
Of day, of rank.
For of course, we'll take this field again.
Musket murmurs
Pierce not black or coat
But wide eyed veil
And throttle.

Once amongst the wounded
You'll let me sleep
For they cry quietly
And I have earned my rest.