Dirge
they sing
the sad song
of many
battles ago
remembering
our wounded
meditating
on our loss.
Chauffeur
take me
where I please
or I will
cry to you
like the spinning
sound
of our wheels
on wet pavement.
Established
when I was
young
they told me to marry
an established
man
all I see
are weak
guys
with no feet
to stand on.
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