no movement in the din of crushing silence
stillness deep within the battle zone
in passed the enemy lines where heart beat
slows to softened whispering in safety
careful listening to the story’s tell-tale signs
this happened before, we know this one
we nod round to one another, touching hands
fear does not live here, we will not run
the wounded and the broken will be coming
and we will be ready, always be ready
wash their hands and feet, wipe their tears away
dark skin or light skin, young or old, strong or weak
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