His battle dressings
seeping red,
he looked at me,
and his eyes asked:
Are you dying?

I'm in pain,
my look said,
but I don't think
I'm going to die.

his eyes said,
I'm going now
and if you were too
then it wouldn't be
so lonely for me.


(first published in “Against Agamemnon”)

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