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A figure from the future
strolls between two red fragrant flowers
never imagining the anguish of
the bone fragments
below.

Each bloom marks the grave
of two foes who came to
blows.

The soft spring day is luscious
and indifferent to dead men's
woe.

A figure from the future
stops to smell the gaudy petals
and then without fanfare
goes.

 

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