Chad Parenteau: Poet For Hire
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Wednesday, April 27, 2022
NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven, Poem Twenty-Seven
Dispatch
At the front
I dig latrines
and my grave
in same spot.
Foxhole's
true faith
lie in their
human shields.
Whole platoons
fight for first
place in line
to volunteer me.
Being put down
the only due
I'm owed,
even if we win.
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