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     Broken Bones

 

    The forest is left alone in death.
    Now broken bones scatter the land,
    as if it didn't matter at all.
    There disorder lies, forgotten.

    Headless and stiff they are;
    grey victims of senseless murder.
    Unable to avoid the sudden fury.
    Unable to protect their lives at all.

    Dare you walk amongst the dead?
    Far easier to turn away from this.
    But still the battle ground remains.
    This dead wood a mark of human disease.