Eighty six thousand - poem

Eighty six thousand breaths to struggle for

Eighty six thousand judgement days

Eighty six thousand thorn.

Eighty six thousand Odysseys

Eighty six thousand battles to win

Eighty six thousand Troys to conquer

Eighty six thousand Tipus to fall

Eighty six thousand whips

Eighty six thousand scars

A single frail soldier ;

To fight eighty six thousand wars

Eighty six thousand crashing planes to eject.

Eighty six thousand yelps

Eighty six thousand four hundred seconds to be exact.

That’s my day without you.