Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

A mother weeps by a cross in a large field of white crosses.

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Vast fields of crosses, all the same,
Each embellished with a name.
This is what your love has wrought!
Embrace the child become a thought,
Reduced to regimented loss,
A name screwed on a plain, white cross!
Nor can you feel what you must feel
Since what is real cannot be real.
Devour the moment, make it yours,
As life continues on all fours,
Yearning, begging at closed doors.

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