Just look at those boxes, look at how messy and dirty they make the place look.

Look again…now see victory.

Those boxes had things in it…now the vendors have things in their pockets.
Boxes on the floor, thrown to the side like freshly ravaged chicken bones. Reminders of hunger…and the rapid victory over it.
I walked past those boxes and smiled…
lifeless victory, no vendors though…they’ve gone to eat,
pray to their Gods
and sharpen their swords.
Because lord knows…
There has to be…
There must be…
There will be…
More boxes thrown…


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