Never
was I a soldier of the motherland
but my body is
an orchard full of explosive traps.
In no front-line have I fought
but the one who was being killed repeatedly
was me
all along.
Commander!
what is my remainder
other than a wooden piece of freedom flag
for playing golf
in the minefields.
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