No answers
just a howling wind
an incessantly buzzing bee
a mass grave filled with the
fallen
the ones who entered No Man's Land
armed with only a musket and
grim determination
a musket is no defense against
an ICBM
knowledge will die within you
to be replaced with rotting suspicions
wilting hope
no seeds can be planted here
you will be left a slave to
ambiguity
a monument to doubt
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