Siege

I cannot stop thinking about a catapult
loaded with stone to launch at a castle wall,
and another on top of the ramparts
firing at the invaders in return,
close enough to attack but still so far apart;
and the men who pull the triggers
have never known one another.
They only know they are trying to kill each other.
That is what it means to be a master of siege,
to kill men you have never even seen.

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