not a poem because
poems are lies
but a film instead
a shaky image of a woman
none of us knows
screaming without sound
protesting
fist in the air and then
an anonymous soldier knocking her
to the ground
kicking her in the face until
her blood stains the pavement
raises his rifle butt to drive it
into what remains of her mouth
and then the screen goes white
the ending can
only be assumed
the assumption can only
become your future
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