Title:  On War

Author:   Conor_Larkin
Category:   Thoughts
Keywords:  War, loss

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The machine churns--
It beats with a staccato efficiency

The machine turns--
spills out the guts,
our faith,
and our cojones

Leave it to the future,
to trickle out.
To leak into the mud

Those left can only burn--
Left to collect,
All of the

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