Behind every shoulder
Was another soul’s head
Ready to take the place
Of the one in front,
And every face hung
Was held aloft and
Looking to see at what
Cost it would be sent.
Behind every shoulder
Was another emboldened
By the immovable
Frame before it,
And the knowledge
That they were made
Worthy for use by the
Price of their service.
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