yesterwar remained & littered

   xeriscape sown with neglect  

warped by the whispers of  

   victory’s unknown scars 

unzipped tents corroded by 

   Time’s acid guzzling the 

shit (all the goddamn shit) &  

   residue left over silhouetting 

quivers emptied & forsaken 

   pieces rotting beside 

Ozymandias’s cold sneer— 

   nail echoes to the wind 

muezzin call vibrations ring 

   latent life in objects 

kept without occupiers: 

   junkyard of the unimportant 

installation of the inessential 

   here   we lie   our things  in the 

Graveyard of Empires 

forever wars hoarding 

endings from tomorrow’s  

decorated ghosts who exorcise

cries trapped in the broken 

bones gleaned from the scree

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