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Answer
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Bayonet Charge
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'The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eye sweating like molten iron from the centre of his chest'
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Bayonet Charge
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'Listening between footfalls for the reason of his still running'
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Bayonet Charge
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'Threw a yellow hare that rolled like a flame'
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Bayonet Charge
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'King, honour, human dignity, etcetera dropped like luxuries in e yelling alarm'
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Remains
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'Probably armed, possibly not'
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Remains
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'Well myself and somebody else and somebody else'
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Remains
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'I see every round as it rips through his life- I see broad daylight on the other side'
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Remains
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'He's here in my head when I close my eyes, dug in behind enemy lines'
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Remains
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'His bloody life in my bloody hands'
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Poppies
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'Disrupting a blockade of yellow bias binding around your blazer'
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Poppies
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'Steeled the softening of my face'
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Poppies
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'The world overflowing like a treasure chest'
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Poppies
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'You were away, intoxicated'
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Poppies
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'I listened, hoping to hear your playground voice catching on the wind'
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War Photographer
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'He a priest, preparing to intone a mass'
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War Photographer
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'To fields which don't explode beneath the feet of running children in a nightmare heat'
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War Photographer
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'How he sought approval without words to do what someone must'
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War Photographer
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'The reader's eyeballs prick with tears between the baths and pre-lunch beers'
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War Photographer
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'He stares impassively at where he earns his living and they do not care'
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Tissue
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'Where a hand has written in the histories, who was born to whom'
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Tissue
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'If buildings were paper, I might feel their drift, see how easily they fall away on a sigh, a shift in direction of the wind'
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Tissue
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'Maps too. The sun shines through their borderlines'
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Tissue
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'Fine slips from the grocery store that say how much was sold and what was paid by credit card might fly our lives like paper kites'
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Tissue
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'With living tissue, raise a structure never meant to last'
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The Emigree
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'The worst news I receive of it cannot break my original view, the bright, filled paperweight'
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The Emigree
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'It may be sick with tyrants but I am branded by the impression of sunlight'
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The Emigree
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'My city takes me dancing through the city walls'
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The Emigree
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'They mutter death, and my shadow falls as evidence of sunlight'
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Checking out me History
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'Bandage up my eye with me own history Blind me to me own identity'
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Checking out me History
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'Dem tell me bout de dish ran away with the spoon but dem never tell me about Nanny De Maroon'
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Kamikaze
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'A shaven head full of powerful incantations'
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Kamikaze
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'Little fishing boats strung out like bunting on a green-blue translucent sea'
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Kamikaze
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'A huge flag waved first one way then the other in a figure of eight'
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Kamikaze
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' We children still chattered and laughed till gradually we too learned to be silent'
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Kamikaze
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'He must have wondered which had been the better way to die'
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