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THE LINKS

Chain link days
neatly snapped into each other
stretching
coiling away
into the far distance
where lies the anchor
of all form and substance

The holdfast of all being
hauling in
my day-linked life,
restoring and reforging
the sharp and bitter bands
of yesterday's memory
in the crucible of his love.

And I,
sitting quietly by
the bloodied soldier's ruin
of all the days long past
at his gentle, nail-pierced feet.

John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR

 

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