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find the figurative languages in this poem Wing-furled to near invisibility in the tall grass this gold-shaft flicker in all its tawny shades is an image of camouflage concealed except for the bloodred glimmer that is its bib and the coal-black splash on its lower breast while all else (grass-blades and the light between) is a picture of glitter and shadow a kinetic kaleidoscope its eyes keep reading to know it whole the way I would see into this colour photograph of two soldiers in camouflage battledress their slapdash mix of tawny and bleached green blending into the indifferent glare of sun and sand and the faded brick pastels of walls roof-slates gables and get inside the minds of these two strangers in a strange mistaken land of combat and they wary as cats ready for fight or flight and thinking not of the justice-or-no of any cause but only how each will help the other back to base safe for one more day in which the basics matter more than ever—stay alive and stay invisible to the gimlet eye of the sniper and be not in the wrong place at the wrong time when one more martyr takes himself and all around him out of consideration until the naked numb fact of mounting numbers will bring things with camouflage-cover blown to sandy smithereens into the open.
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