FOR a womans face remembered as a spot of quick light on the flat land of dark night,
For this memory of one mouth and a forehead they go on in the gray rain and the mud, they go on among the boots and guns.
The horizon ahead is a thousand fang flashes, it is a row of teeth that bite on the flanks of night, the horizon sings of a
new kill and a big kill.
The horizon behind is a wall of dark etched with a memory, fixed with a womans facethey fight on and on, boots in
the mud and heads in the gray rainfor the women they hate and the women they lovefor the women they left behind,
they fight on.