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lazarus (10)

compassion, with passion to bear,
to bear with, suffer, suffer com
with, you walked, I walk, bear,
bore 220 lbs, great one leaned
into me I shouldered your ruck a winter,
the Afghan dust grained into desert boots
neat and tidy shined, lined and rowed,
like your Remembrance Day medals
rowed across your chest, oarsmen
from Bosnia, twice Afghanistan,
like AKs and shoes outside ANA doors.
summer rosehips in my garden swell
bloody beauty. your winter wood stacked
over and over again, is burned and gone.

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