They Marched into Sunlight

toy soldiers, tired men—
cracks in the earth from their boots
while the sun above strips them clean.

broken; ground down to bare bones;
retreated from the thunder and the guns
as the clouds part for the sun.

at home, their wives keep their manners
inside for the children—daddy's a superhero
but not the kind in comic books.

they'll never know how he was wound up,
spring-loaded and stuffed into boxcars
to march two-three-four.

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