The Light

Rudyard Fearon

corn golden, cotton white
sleep, lull me to bed.
body tired, mind weak
rest rest rest. stop.
i can not go on. darkness,
snuff this light.
heavy sand, gnarled feet
rest. we must rest. rest.
the bugle calls. you must not flee.
lie with me. we alone in the sand.

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