Veterans are fugitives from hell,
Escapees from death pursued by pain.
The truth they left behind makes truth insane;
Each nightmare is a truth they know too well.
Reason is unreasonable when words
Are whips that drive believers to the kill,
Necessary to sustain a will
Stirred by the sweet morning songs of birds.
Decencies are frills to put aside
As hearts are hardened for the jolting ride,
Yet on return clamp and harden still
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