The echelons are marching by
To beats of drums the soldiers stride
See guns against a crimson sky
The echelons are marching by
Along their path a widow cry
Who never will become a bride
The echelons are marching by
To beat of drums the soldiers stride
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A triolet. I love writing tetrameter, so I might do this again. I used the #lqw twitter word echelon as an inspiration. As should be obvious the juxtaposition between the crying widow and the glorified war is intentional. Picture of Kuomintang soldiers are from Wikimedia Commons but filtered by me.
October 31, 2012