Non-Erotic PoetryTell MeTell Me...
Where have my brothers gone
Grown too old, tell
Of silent watches
Off hostile shores?
Years have gone by
But the look, the eyes
Would still be the same
They are in my dreams
Our hair gone white
If it's there at all
Eyes once used binoculars
Now need different glasses
The enemies on the horizon
Now live in our bodies
Waiting to claim us
On one final dark watch
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