A small kingdom or a big dream.

A death procession

on a debris strewn, sandy road.

 

All over the path

shit, corpses, wounds, people, vehicles.

Beneath feet crumbles

sand or hope?

 

The last bunker has broken.

The last para light

fallen into the sea.

The last bus

has taken the surrendered

and left.

Taking the last word

you too leave.