this time next year
May 16, 2009
they say, gathered for parade,
pulling the U of themselves tighter,
we’ll all be home in eleven months, twenty-five days,
eleven months, twenty-five days and six hours
eleven months, twenty-five days, six hours,
eleven months, twenty-five days,
Suffield’s dust, its half-mast done,
we’ll all have been and gone boys,
we’ll all have been and gone,
the crust and ash of Afghanistan,
her poppies rose and orange and rust,
her frozen shoulders done for us,
oh yes, we’ll all have been and gone
we’ll all have been and gone, oh yes,
we’ll all have been and gone,
boys count the months, the days, the hours,
Afghanistan’ll be done,
yes, we’ll all have been and gone,
we’ll all have been and gone boys,
we’ll all have been and gone,
eleven months, twenty-five days, six hours boys,
we’ll all have been and gone.
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Kind of Kipling-esque – cool!
May 17 2009 · 04:47