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oasis of bones
she cried more often
than not, grief-salt staining
the embroidered geometry

of her mother's last chador,
now wrapped as a shroud
around her crumbled frame

and planted with the others
in the oasis of bones

crusade
sky, shrapneled, bleeding
metallic rain of aimless
death, sewing flesh-soaked
battlefields, reaped by
rebels yet unborn

mount pleasant/sidewalk sleepers
campo of my dreams
hills loroco green
blown to smithereens
nights echo with screams