Fighting fatigue he swiveled on        the pickaxe near
the exam light. We wrestled             my face
feebly under its fever                       hinted at metaphor
struggling for the nether position.   we believed
We were the heroes of                      a well-advertised war
the infirmary drawing                       recruits prone to
shivers not blood. For                      an annunciation of
the finale we sweated out                 bullet points to
the forgiveness fallacy.                     grenades unplugged
We slept sheeted on the                   readied
operating table.