27

You come,

Disguised as a foreign language.

You slide into my ears with pollen.

You swallow my compass.

And your eyes glow.

Twins of Mercury rising in a private sky.

And you show me

Restless soldiers,

Abandoned checkpoints,

And the faithless harvest of rust.

Barefooted brides,

Violated men,

Children dancing with flags,

And the random snipers of dusk.

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