As curved as a butchered kidney
foetal almost
or childlike at least
ignorant of the rage surrounding him
Dull against the thunderous ball that tracks him
are panicked, desperate cries for his crawled return
so dull he missed them all
deafened perhaps by the last of his own coursing blood
Foetal almost, his form as immobile
as a fossilised shrimp
petrified by time, not copper jacketed menaces
drilling into sun baked ground around him
Had his tympanic torn?
then again, no one hears the round that kills them
foetal again now, but still born
wreaths back home shiver limply, compared to his glorious spent brass anadem
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