Farewell to the Warren

Walking into the yard,

I stepped through a garden of dead snakes.

There were three in the grass.

The grave was empty.

The sun shone down.

I left the property for the last time.

In my hands were my father’s small shovel.

There was nothing else to take…

Nothing else to do…

But let go of all that has been stripped from us…

And walk into Victory.

Joan Noëldechen

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