Fluid-damp soldier - supine in sand,
steaming in a morning haze, dazed
and fearing death, or other syndromes -
could not sense the casual gazes
of popcorn-popping, civilian spectators -
remotely many clicks away - who felt
but feared to think,
ain’t it sweet, and proper, even,
to die for our consumption.
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