That Foreign Field 2014 Furrowed ploughed forehead Mangled turnip hand Chipped pebble eyes set rattling in the wake of the machine gun clatter of retreating combines Regimental buttons, silver seeds unsown Mire crimped tunic, crumpled Muddy flag of a trouser leg, flapping frantically,signifying victory Somewhere beyond a stunted lime tree line, a white handkerchief of surrender, rime embroidered, turning black, in a sky split puddle
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