Sign Your Name (Original Poem)

The soldiers kept their right hands moving.
Hardware and relentless drum
in grayscale sequence, new appointments
leaned back in the armored car.

Hardware and relentless drum.
Ahead were trenches, dirt, and stenches.
Leaned back in the armored car,
approaching old departure cities

Ahead were trenches, dirt, and stenches.
Then in holes, they died in waiting,
approaching old departure cities
through oil deals and executions.

They fell asleep in holes; in holes they died in waiting.
They all slept sound through dreams that led us there.
Then put to death, through oil deals and executions,
escaping with the funeral car.

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