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Wraith of War
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wraith of war
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Holds life for man killed in battle.
Mind crazy with prattle,
His filled throat brattled up front
And center. He took brunt
Force while unit still hunt enemy.
They trudged mud the many
On a good luck penny and faith.
Downing every eighth,
They saw a pale man’s wraith of war.
The inspiration for this poem came from the photo Front and Center by Stephen Weaver. Here's a link to Stephen Weaver's website if you would like to see more of his work. I couldn't adhere to the syllable count in only one line of this luc bat.
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