Poem a Day 26

(The prompt.)

Roebuck

The thick patch that does not spread,
The burial mounds,
The endless keening of the dead,
And the wounds

Bounded the terrain on which we fought
When I was smitten.
Whatever else she brought
Has been forgotten.

roedeer

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