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Please don’t let those… please don’t let those boys fight.

You would let no other hold my arm as we walked on.
You would let no other tease my sight, dear brother.

We must beat this winter: none survive alone.
My blindness is their burden and they want to cut me loose.
You cannot bear to tell me. You just hold me in your arms.
They whispered as they left me; thought I was asleep.
Brother, you thought I was asleep.

I became the weather. Cold and dark: unrelenting.
I became four senses. Strong and stark. Always searching for you.
Please don’t let those… please don’t let those boys fight.

I found you after sunrise. They all tried to fight.
Their bodies lay beneath me and still I wasn’t done.
I know why you left me. Brother I will do the same.
Your people are with me now. We whisper as you sleep.
We leave you here to sleep.

Please don’t let those… please don’t let those boys fight.