At night
At night they wake
At night they walk
At night they march
Some in a mask
But others not
In that dark light
What human eyes saw?
And so
And so they marched
With ghosts
With shrouds
By tombs
By graves
And
Crushed
Crushed the leaves
The dry leaves
For they wept not
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