helmet is on de floor
u r going to war
i will stay in this peace
decomposing piece by piece
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a helmet...just a simple..but a very durable thing..protects not just the head..but of the love ones..i remember..a wife exclaimed when his dead husband arrived home wrapped in flag cloth..she shouted...'What's the use of the flag..when the flagpole is already gone! ! ! '
Svetlana, simple, powerful imagery with alliterative echoes - this poem works well. Rgds, Ivan