Shadows

Author: Tad Winslow

A soldier's shadow Feels no pain Sliding over jagged gravel-- Its black outline does not contain The fragile face from which it came The fragile face that’s in my aim Is mute and vague I cannot hear its screams It hasn’t lived or died Or yet solidified to plague my dreams.

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