another, anew

another, anew

From without
And within I am
Rattled by the
Din of revolution

The welter of
Emotion makes
For strange waters
Which I am to
Now wade

Brave tin soldier
Inching toward
Certain demise

I’ve killed oneself
And in her wake
another, anew,
Arising:

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