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Mametz Wood
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the
relic
of a
finger
, the
blown
and
broken birds egg
of a
skull
towards the wood
and its
nesting machine guns.
And even now the
earth
stands
sentinel
;
their skeletons
paused mid dance- macabre
in
boots
that
outlasted
them,
and their
jaws
,
those that have them
,
dropped open.