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Ranks torn to knots to cordon crime. As we as violins are played. Each saddened note invokes accord All men to God if we have strayed Before we climb aboard. Our souls may gather yet today In teeming fields, as men who've grown From boys, uprooted in the fray, Unraveled in the throe. Packed bodies back to front entombed, Fetal roe of she who brought them Lull to pulsing waves which rush On monotonic strings of autumn, Or, yet, her spit across the breach A killer whale whose vented anger Lashes out from blood stained beach To violins once played in languor? Of war the eyes of Satan whet For none will live who would forget. Save saints ordained of murder's quest, The devil takes the rest. Mortal millions in this plan, Ride as fog in steely wombs Berthed to rake the land. Steel enfertiled, carried thus, Looming shadow of the past Summoned from antiquity Pearled old stallion charging fast To the bridge! To the bridge across the See' ! A gantry to a future bet Of purpose, inclination set. Avaranches, Mortain and on, Knowing not of what would come. On this bridge I held faith's hand Beholding secrets of my life