I HAVE BURNED
THIS MEADOW
So crass, the medal lives on the
chest of one Colonel Talbott,
who is left, like incendiary
rumor on some grass field,
to speak aloud his own
tales of valor.
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He does not know how I
have burned the meadow
before him so. Nothing will
last. Nothing will grow. His
old voice will try speaking,
but no one will hear, for I
have left raging winds in
all of the nearby trees.
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