Guardhouse
The cold forced air stirs up
The hairs on my arms
Sympathetic soldiers
Compelling me to move
My entire being certain
That staying in this place
Will bring a frozen death.
My breath and posture
Para military sentries, alert
Unmoving in their guarding
Show me what trust must be
Compelling me in their stillness
To remain silent and watchful
I am duty bound to regard them.
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