Where in the cadence
in the pace
in the place
does sorry fit?
In between a scream and a punch
Sinews are slight
Between clenched throat
Dug In fingers
No space to slip in
Behavioral condolences
I didn’t space 20 paces
To your none
And I know
I slapped leather to skin and demanded
satisfaction
Drew my gun first
And called out cowardice
So you couldn’t see
My quivering
But I’m not here
On this pitted ground
Alone
I followed when asked
And brought supplies
For the fight
Don’t call we unwound
For bracing for battle
When I only came first
With shields
I didn’t draw my sword
Until there was metal
I could taste
Because it was
On my lips
I didn’t put it there
But I enjoyed
The stinging cold
On my tongue
The blood it drew
disguised with wet warmth
The wintry war
Putting down arms
Putting them around
Each other if
There is any room
In the trench
For I’m sorry.
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