Trained eyes

Trace the crests and valleys

Of tampered ground,

Internally scalding

With reckonings of fire

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The hot and hostile turf

Await the lumbering armor,

A nudge of tripwire

A platoon in the crossfire

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Geysers of earth

Lend their deafening roar,

Commanding every tree and shrub

To rain fire  

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It was not long ago,

It happens here and now

Behind the eyes still scouring

The uneven ground