by CA Conrad
years of ?practice for a soft
landing in the slaughter
we looked far off to
a flag sewn into flesh
dear enemy come down the
hill I have taken a title out
of? the love for you jumping
down the clear shaft of? your eye
you would not know how long I
paused when writing this unless
I said so in the poem
half an hour staring
at the pencil having
written of ?my enemy with
love and fight to maintain
the ascension
voices from a
room no one exits
we pry genocide out
of ?the museum but
meant to remove
the museum
from genocide
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