The Shield
Ingrid Llewellyn
surrounding tension
we proceed slowly
big black toys, thats what they were
now it's real
endless sand
only pictures of loved ones
held in our hearts
i pray for those i don't know
camouflage
against a setting sun
beads of sweat settle
on shades of brown and white skin
intensity
cooperation
strength
we live not knowing
we love not knowing
will the sweeping sands turn red
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