They come,
inexorably,
indomitably,
indefatigably,
as soldiers
come before
the guns
to be wasted,
mown down
and come again
until victory
is won.
Sentinels,
they stand
waiting
the inevitable
assault,
beautifully
disciplined
to inevitable
destruction,
vivid now
courageous,
brave and true.
Like me
if I so dare.
Like you.
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