Whispering deserter
Last night I deserted the war that was waged between
the entities
were left in the trenches they owned
and still demanding the title
I rolled under grass, into the meadows
where the ships were resting sideways, onto the corn and the wheat and the unsown
wreckage was becoming ahead of plain view
gun barrels filled, emptied into shouting chests
I rested, ostrich like
deaf and mute, blinded
I felt only the mud dirtying my sole.
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