Burlap Sack

Plow and cart slowly dragged over bodies

Hemp seed trenched through shallow graves

The smoke screen as hope springs eternal

With stench and decay

Nurtured and loved

Throat slit and hung inside a drying shed

Complacency blossoms

Into inescapable grief

From stock to stem

To flower and leaf

A stream of piss

Becomes a river of blood

Bridging out to the sea

Like ashes

Our memories

Are just washed away