The weight of their burnt ashes from once hidden camps,
Latched to the smoldering fire as their souls wither away.
Shrinking images pulling in on themselves, all incinerated fragments
Of who they once were. and no amount of reconstruction can amend
or erased this history of lost.
The ground now fertilized by generations
of ashes, bones, hopes, and dreams.
The Earth erupting in the small
Sacraments they had stolen from them.
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