abstinence

rifle boats click into  place
3 men drag o'brien half way
as dawn arrives, o'brien is gone

outsider in sand and the soldier poets
survive to write, like that were the brief

Viral Poetry infects many as did dysentery.
"They were almost going into a cup of enemy positions -
It would take a miracle to get them across"

By all the glories of the day
and by that last sunset touched and by all
the days that i have lived make me a soldier, a man

and help me to die on a familiar hill,
'ere the sun swings his noon day sword.