Paths Of Glory

Hunched in sweat we reap to hear
Spring's chaste moon screaming, wet
corpses remulch earth's tortured crust;
Red laser combines, voodoo blade harvest,
mad human waves of grain threshed here,
brave gray bundles
scattered headless

by Jeff Logan

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