Sowing cemeteries never out of style,Mounds of people dot this forest.All the while,This war,All around the war, war,Wears down fear             to the next normal. A run aroundBehind the empty hotelIn barely a villageSmelling of snails feastingIn ponds of the field people: A blond boy fishes.Another me.I rush past himFor the health of it. I now pass the stone,Concrete cover of the… Read more →