Two soldiers
carrying all of the same things
guns canteens backpacks shells extra socks a bible
At night they swat at flies
as one describes his last night
with his girl describes until the Other
knows him better than she can
anymore just by the way he talks about her eyes
One soldier hid
in the thistle brush when they raided
the village with his rifle to his chest his knees
sinking into the ground while the Other
aimed steadily
making each bullet a kill
Because they want someday for all children
to come home from climbing trees
and for all the news the paper gives us
to be that everywhere is peace
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