A small kingdom or a great dream –  

a final procession 

on a ruined sandy road.

 

Along the way

shit, corpses, open wounds, people, vehicles. 

What crumbles beneath your feet? 

Is it sand or is it hope?

 

The last bunker has fallen. 

The last flare

drowned in the sea.

The last bus has left 

with the defeated. 

And you too have left

with the last word.