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OBSERVATION POST by KURT HEYNICKE

First Line: THE HILLS MARCH ACROSS MY EYES
Last Line: DRIPS INTO MY THOUGHTS.
Subject(s): WORLD WAR I; FIRST WORLD WAR;
The hills march across my eyes,
the wood gives birth to the red sentinel moon.
A machine-gun sputters behind the stars.
An hour I live with the silence.
Out of the graves
morning gropes.
An amen
drips into my thoughts.



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