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the foretold
The foretold
On the old wall of the house, flaking paint
And cracks in the cement painted a map
Of Europe dripping rusty blood
The winter rain could not wash away.
More dark rain fell, full of Sahara sand
When spring came, the wall was scrubbed
Clean.
Europe had disappeared from the map
On the old wall of the house, flaking paint
And cracks in the cement painted a map
Of Europe dripping rusty blood
The winter rain could not wash away.
More dark rain fell, full of Sahara sand
When spring came, the wall was scrubbed
Clean.
Europe had disappeared from the map
Published 8th Oct 2022
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