Evidence of Genocide
For Abe's contest--Leather Voices
My body can be eradicated, but my spirit remains
My red shoes in a pile, like discarded leaves
My shoes, held me firmly on the ground, my DNA remains
Attached to the red shoes with no person
The shoes are here, where have all the people gone
A sad, dry and dark mountain of shoes
Saved but the people were discarded...
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