ENVOY

for Steve Luttrell 

soldiers stand in a row
like teeth in a skull 
one of them has that daisy wheel stare 
when the world falls in 
a vulture's shadow 

we think to escape 
right into a wall of friendship 
and are tracked down and cornered 
by strangers known very well 
and fondly remembered by friends misplaced 
who must whisper the legends insistently 

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