They stalk the cities
Stone faced
Iron hearted
Hot, crusted earth crunches
Like snow
Natives watch
Dustcovered doorways
Streets strewn with metal carcasses
Daisies chained under rubble
Wait for these boys
For mahogany cots
A sorrowful homecoming
Women hide behind curtains
Skittering along sidewalks
Brown brows visible
They carry steel at their sides
Fear in their chest
Flags on their backs
Thunderous boots and godlike cries
Bursting into homes
Imaginary signs read
“Innies inside”
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