By half-light dawn off a dead-dog road
a bird mistakes a window for the future
and body breaks upon the hardened light.
Behind old dormers, dry-crying eyes
close upon the world's red sores.
Stained rivers snake through valleys
hissing at their slopes while hawk-eyed
engineers weaponize flowers
to bloom on armor's foreign fields.
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