Silent Night

Ardennes -- Christmas, 1944

At midnight the Angelus bell
falls soft into the fox holes.
Across the shattered field, someone
is singing Stille Nacht
He takes aim
at the sound.
The perfect trees
          lean in,
     listen.

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