I shut my eyes and see dead bodies,
Leaking viscera on a road,
Dust and blood and disgust.
Throat fills with sputum;
I swallow to remind myself,
What is real? Again, inside,
Black coffins lined up against
The bright blue sky.
Seems fitting in a way.
The beauty of it all.
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