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war
......in Anglo-Saxon verse

it is silent here
......when the sky sleeps dark,
but over oceans
......omens are whispered
and a bomb breaks
......the steady breath of children.
swollen stomachs pulse,
......slashing hunger at a starless sky.
here, silence creeps still
......covering my dreams,
and they dissolve
......in the death of strangers.