In Thee Have I Found

In thee have I found the song of many men, strong arms and sweat as they work in the sun, falling in the fields and trenches.

In thee have I found the lies, cascading from thy blue lips, exhorting young men forward to march across the cracked earth, erecting flags and monuments.

In thee have I found thy words, written in Krugerrands and oil, bound in the chamber of an automatic assault rifle.

In thee have I found the secret way to fly, geosynchronous, targeting the enemy and seeing my image in Shiva as she walks the night.

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