A Warrior's Death

In the windswept hills of Afghanistan,
Sheer land of sun and goats and mountains,
You think there would be some dignity
For those who died a warrior's death.
Yet this fly lays her eggs on my cheek
And her offspring will soon
Crawl out of their eggshells
And begin their work.

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