On a Dying Field

Catalonian grass grows
with piles of steel,
Swallowing the bodies of poets.

The path ahead is long.

Roses are pinned to tunics,
Piled into ambulances and
strapped with rifles.

The path ahead is long.

Colours change, from
deep city grey to
a growing brown.

The path ahead is long.

Tired grass withers,
Beneath the fire
on a dying field.

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