In those years,
we made more fire than oxygen
more coffins than books.
You poured scalding lava
and waxed us off Earth’s skin.
uprooted, charred and scarred –
the price for not taking sides, maybe.
Grateful though, we are
for we fell before poison infiltrated our homes.
Beyond their tiny sights,
a red Earth bejeweled herself
in the vengeance of white bones.
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