1.
cold— the frozen
bloodless lay.
bled-out
upon the prison grey.
five-
hundred rifles
to the fray who storm
relentlessly.
order—
loud its restless call— requiem
chorus
sounds the wall.
cold—
the still, the bloodless
fall.
its order
done.
for Nelson
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