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Armistice

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Isaac Rosenberg, Break of Day in the Trenches, 1916 The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever, Only a live thing leaps my hand, A queer sardonic rat, As I pull the parapet’s poppy To…

Rust: A Rant

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Rust is life. Rust is what separates us from the Egyptians. Rust is the natural process of our unnatural achievements. Most of the time, we think about rust as what happens when iron turns to crap. Rust is the destroyer,…