In my last life
Soon after war
Went to the beach
And sat hearing
Thin lap of wave
Of quiet lake
And placed upon My large big toe
Polish red like
Paint shiny wet
And fell asleep
Next to wake and
Watch old friend name Of ladybug
Make trail track like
Some tank in mud Beneath bright sun
A slow moving
Helmet brown in
Slow escape in
Hopes of avid
Avoidance but
He had to die
To save my fun.

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