when those you love wage a war over space
in your consciousness then leave the land scarred
the sky in sepia toned waves of smoke
the battlefield full of decaying dead
carrion crows and bones that for years prick
a high grass field of flowers rising from
earth fertilized by the bloody flesh of
words deployed explode become this blue sky
those who visit sense longing from the graves
unmarked restless vestiges once adored
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