The faces of a half moon
Rotate as they wax and wane
One eyelid sewn to the cheek
The other stitched open
Unable to shut
The tears stream
Down a mutilated face
On the left side
Mouths sealed by a vice
Ears cut into diagonal patterns
Their noses unharmed
Wearing torn cloaks
Their hands are chained
To a post in the ground
As their spirits travel upward
In the opposite direction
Of the grounds
Where they were buried and born
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