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It Was Tilkon And The Others from the Lady Camp
Still alive.
Moving
Milling
Around me.
Our women.
Our people.
Alive.
Our women.
My women.
Alive.
The ground gives beneath me
Their voices drift.
Their arms support me
My weapons
My gear
Removed.
And I am carried
To one of their tents.
To one of their beds.
Sheets sun dried stiff sheets.
Sheets so white I must close my eyes
So, clean I must turn my face into their scent and weep no more.
Together we sleep in one another’s arms.
As if that safety protects us from the world.
Between our breathing and our heart beats
all the brutality of the day
each night melts away.
And should the world find us so vulnerable?
Our accord is this;
always our side arm within reach.
Our promise,
to deliver each other into the protection of death
freed forever then from harm.
This is how we live
Now
This is how we love.
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