War Of Mud And Bonesbyvampiredust©
Craters filled with trinkets line the road
like offerings to a distant god. Old photos,
rusted medals and unspent bullets wait
for someone to come, but only the wind
nuzzles them. It wasn't always like this.
Men, horses and carts once trudged along
the road, watched by the rain and clouds.
Their backs were bent under the weight
of duty, slowly eroding under the memories
that would never appear. Man after man
would fall and another would take his place,
it was a journey from the absurd to the sublime
but no-one ever made it to the end.
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