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Nine (Free verse) by MacFrantic
Nine stood nine
From dusk to dusk
Each barrel weathered
Red with rust
A hundred more
Stood 'cross the field
Preparing for the nine to yield
Laughter burst from those
Outnumbered
Taunting
While the hundred slumbered
One awoke
And stirred his brethren
Rushing to his side came seven
Nine watched eight
Alert and leering
Perched upside their bunker
Jeering
Raging at their foes' display
They raised their guns
And fired away
Nine stood nine
In smoke depleted
Not one soldier thus defeated
Silence broke
Eights shots
One sound
Fell seven bodies to the ground
One of nine
Stepped nine times toward
He knelt
And aimed his hallowed sword
The last upturned to size the score
One bullet
Sent him to the floor
All this racket pulled the masses
To the front
With arms came asses
Braying
At the sight beheld
Ninety-two
Found each breath held
To fight
They thought
Would be this fate
For one still knelt across the way
His rifle pointed
Right and true
No man raised his weapon too
Back to sleep
Not one small noise
Grown children frightened
By death's toys
In their bunker
Faint hearts swooned
While lions roar beneath the moon
Nine stood nine
For one more night
Rivals
Vanished in the light
On nine marched
Across the field
And laughed to watch a hundred yield
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