to the occasion rises a breadth of able-headed boys in
various rags and scraps of cotton, leather and stained with the chemical color dyes
of this and there from when and what they've loved and known
for far too long to look too far through past inside around or beneath anything and everything
they've come to see and love and know
homes and forests from whence they come, nation breathless born in chains
frantic frenzied with crusader zeal, a leaden charge towards
simply nothing.
when allegiance to none doesn't count itself,
the ends is that from which it came.
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