wasp seeks water
dust hangs
aircraft banks in brass sharp blue
hair burns
air like kerosene
no sound
after the soldiers
dry blood
reminder of the war
my war
past fights present
a child
remainder of the peace
six words
i wont hurt you little one
wasp drinks
dust falls
ash dies
sky dulls
rain drops
blood fades
child grows
how could you hurt me now?
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