a new mourning

in my dreams we tear the flags
for sole purpose – making rags
to bind the wounds,
to hold the splint.

we break open the tombs –
no fear of our dead
who solemnly hint:

“for mine and your sake;
live for us, raise your head!”

then i awake.

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