the hill once green is something else
from when the sun had a different name
and the sky is filled with blackened birds and my balcony
calmly quiet
is you.
noises on the road don't have the usual engine whirrs
but something of weeping and jeering.
the children are bitter
the elderly angry and submissive
and all of us
haunted.
all haunted. .
but you.
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