The entwined road told stories
Lovers and enemies on the same lorry
Baring their minds on their foes folly
Their hurt and their machineries
The loudest chirp on the road
Spoke volumes of the goad
The toads spoke endlessly about the load
The empty road dropped on their toes
On the other side the brazen forest
All ash, lost gardens, lost fields
Our myths and superstitious meals
Have been offered in prayers to the gods
The bright burn stained our eyes with blood
while our warriors are banded with hordes
Of bandages, while we settle for a different hut
starting from were we never thought we hurt
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