campaign of countless victories
that was our collective acknowledgement
that the empire was beginning to crumble
a victory lap before
the battle had finished
yet I only had lost
by the length of uncut hair
curled hands buried
in sheepskin blankets
these are the innocents left over
I had become culled
just as the victims before me
by an unseen force
such a soft grin
under sunken, oval eyes
I did not slay him!


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