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Civil War

The earth
cleansed for language
when we cannot speak
on a field for fugitives
we do not expect
words or another picture
of your sibling
only the red or white
when lethargy turns
to the anger
of a young survivor
in plunder of the clouds
seeking the unlocked names
to make brothers turn
against two different uniforms.