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The Blue Square

We beheld our enemies at the far line.
Where were you born, they signal.
Where did you bury the blue square that is the square
of our country and our great symbol.
What have you done, they bellow, great grayness
because there is nothing left to talk through but smoke,
but we cannot read it because everything burns.
Instead we made lines and summoned the generals
and march through the mist towards our enemies.
We are unraveled but this is not unpleasant.
We are thinking of the beloved blue, we walk in blue.