the trenches were empty now
and between loss and limb,
an otherworldly whisper-
“the warzone you have been fighting in is, willfully, a pasture”
and from the blood-soaked battlefield, plants enough to outlive even death.
the trenches were empty now
and between loss and limb,
an otherworldly whisper-
“the warzone you have been fighting in is, willfully, a pasture”
and from the blood-soaked battlefield, plants enough to outlive even death.