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| Requiem by Adam Sass Who killed the captain? And what was his last command? Charge, they say, Or was it Hold fire? Or Retreat? I don’t remember – Does anyone remember? The captain, perhaps, in his slumber. Who will hold this ground now? Not I: My mother awaits me, My child awaits me, My lover awaits me – Tomorrow I’ll be far from here. Who will hold it, then? The captain, perhaps, with his bones. |
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