We smoke at Mars rise
Gaze into the South black
Troops poised, bad battered
Spit praying cloud curls
Into heaven’s earth turn
Gaping on its tired side
Blinking visions, iron vows
Shape filled, laser tagged,
Brandishing a million eyes,
Sharp sons, bleak born,
Mercy broken every morning.
Photo by Martin Brechtl on Unsplash
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