The Maidens of Maidan

Too long the red serpent has slithered
prodding us like cattle
with our own trident.

So we gladly join the procession to the slaughterfrontier.
The burning tire pyres our pillars;
our nostrils;
our thick black rage.

Why must we desecrate the land just to claim it?
I’ll gladly rape my love.

Paint the peace doves yellow and blue
and send them soaring high.
Can you hear them cackling and crackling in the sky?
Searching for free hard earth
over an ocean of liquid fire.

Now a harder heart-shaped organ beats
where once was just a rib cage.
And now we weave blue and red ribbons
through the charred bars of our

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