New

Something new,

crept up, chewed, spat out,

from the old world,

that place of hatred,

like a leather suitcase.

Stinking of time.

Covered in grime.

I guess you, like them,

weren't expecting us.

A dress with an unsewn hem,

a single eye like a gem in the rough,

here for a moment,

gone in a puff.

Did we frighten you?

Are we so terrible?

And certainly you didn't think,

we were gone forever?

Our sun is a new sun.

Our war long since won.

Of course you wouldn't understand the cost,

of a war you never knew you lost.

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