What victory is possible
and what is it worth?
The victors are short-lived as the defeated,
and the old borders regrow overnight –
What victory is possible
while bodies grow lank and
each bridge hides hundreds of tired eyes?
What use is a new pile
of newly-dead villains,
useless, useless,
even as fertilizer –
our furrows are overglutted with
the blood of invaders,
and still, still,
nothing good grows.

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