A stopwatch and an ordnance map. At five a man fell to the ground And the watch flew off his wrist Like a moon struck from the earth Marking a blank time that stares On the tides of change beneath. All under the olive trees. A stopwatch and an ordnance map. He stayed faithfully in that place From his living comrade split By dividers of the bullet Opening wide the distances Of his final loneliness. All under the olive trees. A stopwatch and an ordnance map. And the bones are fixed at five Under the moon`s timelessness; But another who lives on Wears within his heart forever Space split open by the bullet. All under the olive trees.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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