broken light
They came across the border,wreathed in tape
and bearing strange tickets
cast into wizened grass.
Ghosts from the past,
flooding the broken barrier
between our worlds.
Listen to their voice.
Clear light
spilled
over stone and metal.
It reclaims love from hate.
They fall,
one by one,
to the ground.
Cemented in time.
Strange faces etched in blue.
A death's head silhouette across scorched earth
which pins us to the ground
in shards of falling light.
The sleeper has fled
and in the end
all that remains
is
this.
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