There are so many fields of battle in the world today….
Bodies are not the only things we leave on battlefields.
There are all the dreams, too,
The hopes that gave those bodies life until the point
When another reality took over.
Dead dreams don’t leave a smell,
They can’t be scooped up in trucks
Or photographed for headlines.
They don’t decay at all, rather they dissolve
And disappear into empty space
And leave no trace behind.
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