In the arms of the trenches

So softly she died in my arms

The whimsy, the charms, alarming in nature

to an enamel armoured saint enamoured

with animated anguish

Steel brandished

Cowardice vanquished

Last meal a banquet

that lasts me a lifetime

A blanket, a lifeline

Fingers fumble rope

Warmth slips knot around neck of hope

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