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Tiny, paint-bare Sapper waits,
Still head erect, bugle ready
For Isandlwana,
Red Rorke's Drift.
Clinging to the sedge,
A dragonfly, expanding,
breathes the world into itself,
then soars -
becomes, itself, a part of the world.
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