these flowers,
these children.
racing into form,
rising from the earth.
stretching legs and arms
in our sun,
becoming one of us.
replacing us in time,
sleeping where we do,
working and living
as we did.
they fill the fields
where we will
fall and die.
these flowers
these children will
rise.
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