The land is running out of soil
on which to bury the shrouded bodies,
the hundreds of thousands dead,
the land is running out of soil
to nurture the lives stolen
into rebirth as the land itself.
The land is running out of soil,
the walls and the fences must break,
the land must be whole
to embrace and nurture its dead,
the hundreds of thousands dead,
into rebirth as the restored land itself.
30.06.2025
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