The crumbling

Three statues, linked

arm in arm, sliding slowly

across a poppy landscape,

never minding the breeze.

Body parts crumble and fall off

but their cores are smiling.

.

Pacing learned from

letting go the need to race

or linger; just a meander

of souls taking in a rotting

landscape, loving the slide.

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