Sam Weber. Winter Soldier
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web already ringing the alarm - a war the war.
feast of audacious squeak storm windows.
that was in this world simply dumb summer,
still alive, still here, but thinned every day.
if only the wind and things that eat the flower,
as if all the elements conspired and undertook to destroy the fragile fortress
living leaves,
pushing seed parachutes in flight.
if everything is just and forces that lie in the soil,
only sleep, sleep - Know their time and place,
know the softness of the earth and its vast capacity.
not know - do not laugh, because the mill grind any sophistications.
this attack - increasingly treacherous, each in the groin,
on the thinnest stalks - and there: more on the kidneys,
to live that lives with the fear of not living.
oh, this is war against the white flowers.
the fallen are buried here blood in the soft fruit.
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