Ravings of a Rabid Werewolf - Poetry by Wolf - 44. Our Fight

Through smoke and heat we hold the line

No concept’s left that’s known as time

Each day to pass is much the same

An onward push to beat the flame

With pick and rake in hand we go

Yet one more time to fight our foe

The end is not near, for this battle’s long

As both warring sides are remaining strong

The day is now done, we’ve given our all

Collapsing on cots, some curl into balls

The men try to deal in their own special way

For tomorrow we’re back to fighting our prey

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