From: Garrison Poems

Long nights
Tales of forbidden love
Small pleasures
And forged permits for leave

Washing the major's car
Mopping the corridors
Running errands for the officers

They lounge under an ash tree
Behind the sergeant's back
a cigarette is passed from hand to hand

As smoke and curses
curl into the air
they envy the freedom of a bird

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