He walked
The soldier walked
Walked
On the arena sand
In his arms held
A flesh
That moved not
Yet
Dropped
Blood after blood
And
He approached
The soldier
A woman old
In years
The body held
Trembling
She kissed the wounds
She kissed the blood
She wept
Spoke not a word
He walked
The soldier walked
Walked
On the arena sand
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