stood there on the
moonless night,
stripped naked to the waist,
roaring with sanguinary
lust
in the ghostly light of the
mustard-gas yellow
lanterns,
automatics
held over their heads
by merciless arms.
They laughed at the prospect
of seeing their enemies'
faces being melted;
they longed for the
sweet stench of the
opposing army's corpses.
Once again
Hadar's cleverest
children
prepared to celebrate
a festive occasion.
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