My Fortress is Safe
The war ended sixteen year ago. I know that from the radio I kept. But still I fear the assault of land mines beneath my feet.
This fortress is safe. Lonely, but safe.
I live off rodents and birds I catch with my bayonet, I make a fire from the stones around me.
When it rarely rains I wash my clothes and my body.
My skin is broken and bloody.
I am malnourished and lonely, but still this is my home and it’s safe.
My fortress is safe.
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