The Sword of Light

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The Sword of Light

Flash’d as they turn’d in air

Sudden successive fights of bullets streak the silence

Sweating like molten iron from the centre of his chest

and he’s there on the ground, sort of inside out.

As though this were a church and he

a priest preparing to intone a Mass.

As the sky touches the essence of life.

After … A Tennyson, W Owen, T Hughes, S Armitage, C A Duffy.

By Natasha

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