Blue chevrons

Thursday training for the military.
Thunder cracked overhead.

In the blue corner we were worn and weary.
In the red corner were spikes, spurs and pauldrons.

The guts kept spilling.
Hand over hand, minds recoiling.

Moments clatter together in a whirl –
As life is wrung out, dissipating.

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