Shadows of a Foreign Sun

The jungle is empty and silent
save for the cries of the dead,
fallen like fire in black night.

Trenches rest empty and filled,
echoes of a very present past
resting between gaps in the hills.

Beneath the blood-fed dirt
the fields of steel sleep.

Awoken, shadows of this foreign sun
scorch earth and face and flesh.

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