Wheat field

Five somber days gone by. Over

the wheat fields of Europe's Granary

a Firebird was shot down. In broad daylight.

Now a ghostly train travels back. At night

wagons loaded with corpses. Instead of grain ― 

death. Hatred maddening the senses.

The ripe wheat left in the field.

Bent down. Unharvested. 

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