The little yellow box that once held the atropine injectors <br />To pull myself or comarade back from horrid combat death <br />Now holds the bolts for line and soul <br />With which I write to wage a very different sort of war.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-box-for-bolts-of-line-and-soul/
