White Stone For My Brother
A sea of white stone,on every side,
for as far as the eyes can see.
Thousands upon thousands
of rows of white stone
grave markers.
You wonder, "Is this all there
if left to be?"
The end of the world,
the whole of the earth,
nothing but white stone
grave markers?
Of those who fought for
their country,
friends and enemies.
A sea of white stone,
an ocean of foam
grave markers.
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