There were many men in my head,
wounded, compromised,
propelled by motors and unspeakably dead.
I clipped plans to minds,
guns to hands and set
enemies careening into crimes.
My fav'rite army man leapt
in a single bound
onto a woman as a building wept.
Her father who they had found
dead "for some time" recently
bled into his grave, sniffed out by hounds.
No longer able to lie, he
rose from the dead and into a new place
fled, free from God's, my, decree.
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