Not even missing
Mother's milk
could have so thoroughly
stripped
even low-born
men
of their
humanity
such that they might
delight
in the crimson
gush
from a child's breast and
laugh
as steel
stills yet another
innocent
heart
No
not all memories
drift skyward
with the unhurried
ganja smoke
some - like the final pleading in
a dying child's eyes -
linger
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