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Another day in Baghdad.

Dried sill flesh burnt

Red, fermenting

Overground, upward.

 

Half people, the rest,

A simple heap of flames

To recover

The moral of the struggle.

 

Sunset.

A misgiving.

The pure pain of light

Adjusts.

 

The black canvas

Of night above

Disrupts in tints

Of red, orange, yellow.

Windblown skin

Steamed and rising

 

Into fire and night and

Night and fire and

Another day.

◄ Bobby Sands Wonderhouse Of Invisible Strength

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