Bodies of my Brothers

Mangled, compiled together

Hacked to pieces

Gone life’s theater

So now I get to sort

To arrange, organize, decide

Place hands by arms

And arms by shoulders

Lastly comes the heads

The ones we can be find.

The ones that we can place

On top of what we hope is

The right shoulders.

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