Falling in Spanish Fields

The dark soil of earth
bursts with flame and steel
between rows and columns of flesh
as even the olives bleed.

The sky howls carnage
as it is cleaved by echoes of death,
silence breaking in the hills
with the voices lost between the trees.

Advancing lines go to ground
like the sirens above and
the red hell that forms on
river’s bank with missing friends.

The dark soil of earth
bursts with flame and steel
between columns of Spanish,
English, Irish, American, Russian …

Even the olives bleed.

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