Morning skies...
Cast their light upon...
Stated genocide.
Wailing and divergent
Headless States...
Unless it is for heads to
Obfuscate.
Lines...
Borders...
Border States...
And borderlines...
Bleed.
Who is it, the Soldier wondered as he dragged on a bloodied cigarette he'd taken from his comrade's pocket, that even draws those lines...
Who defines the state...
The land, and...
The people who live there?
He vaguely remembered that the cell phone to which he had previously been so attached...
Because people are distant...
And war is waged...
Between border states...
On Telegram there were feeds of enemy soldiers gloating...
Bragging about how many they had killed...
And how they had killed them...
Children...
Women...
Men.
They had been killed from a great distance.
To the enemy soldiers...
It was funny.
On Tik-Tok some of them shared videos of drone footage...
Something flying through the air...
And then...
A town...
Homes...
Lives...
Then gone.
Heroic.
Funny.
The soldier enlarged a part of the video in which it showed some of the enemy... neighbouring soldiers dancing and drinking vodka in celebration of...
Destruction.
He was able to see a name tape on one of the uniforms, as well as a Unit crest on a flag in the background.
That would be enough...
The soldier thought to himself...
Amid a swirl of furious colours...
And the art of modern warfare.
He took some rations from a heap of smouldering boxes at which a three legged dog searched frantically for the same.
The soldier gave the dog some of the canned gruel, took his AK and as many rounds as he could collect, and began absently to move unto the East.
The three legged dog hopped along at his side as the soldier used the handy to search the internet...
By means of a signal provided by Starlink...
For anything and everything he could find about that Unit...
The location of its headquarters...
Assigned personnel...
The one name that he had seen...
And then...
A photo.
Yes, it was the same young man.
The soldier smiled as he dragged at his cigarette.
Even the noon day sun was as an orb of murk and despair...
But it gave him his direction.
The three-legged dog whined as it hopped at his side...
In protest against, well...
Everything...
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