Anthracite

Made memories High stakes Perception games Battlefield Of reality What’s real Marred ground Scarred sky 5 armies dug in All vying to win Could they All exist At the same time Dead memories Revive and persist Remember when That trench was made Foxholes bombed out Flags being waved Ripped uniforms Broken swords And 5 generalsContinue reading “Anthracite”

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