Love Sonnet LXXVII
The road is pockmarked
with craters caused by
bombs and rain. I travel
this highway in search of
my home and you. But, Yaraa,
it’s a long way home, and
I’m tired, full of spiraling
pain, seeing too much death
scattered along the roadside;
rotted corpses eaten
by vultures of a ruthless
system of, “look out for
number one”. Yaraa, it’s a
long way, but I’m coming to you.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 3.7.2026








this leaves me a bit sad about what happening around the world. The bomb leaving there notice that they were there. Nicely written