and one
of her legs is
caught
on a strange piece ofmachinery and she smiles
not the sun but the
next best thing and there’s no
pain she says and there’s no
blood but this day has dragged on
too long
clouds
have moved in
the hills have grown taller
more angular
more threatening
the dying season
you see
age of fear
age of starvation
age of genocide
take your pick and
cross your heart
build cathedrals to the
highest part of the
empty sky
make your
empty hands holy
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