War and Love/Living Sepulchres

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LIVING SEPULCHRES

One frosty night when the guns were stillI leaned against the trenchMaking for myself hokkuOf the moon and flowers and of the snow:
But the ghostly scurrying of huge ratsSwollen with feeding upon men's fleshFilled me with shrinking dread.

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