The world wars
She doesn’t remember them
But she is not without empathy
The eulogies move her
Her wars were different
Fights for self-hood
Battles fought on so-called
Neutral ground
Nothing - no one -
Is neutral
We think we are
It’s an illusion
She stood her ground
Though knocked about
At times - without mercy
Battles won and lost
She has escaped into old age
Now the battle fields
Lie fallow
And so does she
Ellecee
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