Olive Trees
By Geoff Page
three or four times
the war moves through
these olive trees
a dry storm
sweeping up the young men
as it passes.
a few seasons on
in the capital
one side looks around
to find the other gone
withdrawn below the ground
with bones and weapons
to wait
in unmarked graves.
the victors
are busy with street names
having won for a while
from all those miles
of twisted olives
the right to remember
their dead.
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