through the fields
we pass, marching in rhythm, in step, in time
we pass the sunrise, peeking her eyes over the sheets of night,
so early in the morning.
How wide I open my mouth,
but only mumbles tumble out
for no matter how loudly
my vivacious drill sergeant sings
I can't, from the back of this formation
hear a god damn thing.
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