In The Colleseum
It doesn't like to be given a name
or a shape to fit within its walls.
It prefers to hide beneath the camouflage
of noise and sits unmoved by pity,
stands to lift a downward pointing thumb
then slinks back into the anonymity of itself
leaving the dead to dissolve into their own.
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