Even the Olives are Bleeding

Between river and road,
light burns the ground.

The skies howl and cry
as torn steel falls.

Hills ring out with
broken silence and lost voices,

bodies falling in line
by the hiss and the snap.

Colours of the earth change,
with withering trees,

as now, in revolving winds,
even the olives are bleeding.

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