.
By Olivia Davis
The named and unnamed
lie asleep,
blood,
has not gone out of the place,
It waits for
When there are no more memories of
the soul
the earth,
liberty
till all cease
I do not know
myself
In defeat
or even in
victory
.
By Olivia Davis
The named and unnamed
lie asleep,
blood,
has not gone out of the place,
It waits for
When there are no more memories of
the soul
the earth,
liberty
till all cease
I do not know
myself
In defeat
or even in
victory