This Chosen Hill

This hill
rising and inconspicuous
seems out-of-place
in the midst of a battle.

Words fall from the skies
throwing grass like cannon blasts.
mMrtar hits struggle to hit their mark
on every side
leaving a palpable sense
that the earth below churns
yearning to be free
of its motionless constraints
fly in any (or all) direction(s)
so long as
wherever it ends up
isn’t here.

And this is the hill
that people have chosen to defend
to fight upon
and ultimately
to die upon.


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