sweep raze some men are missing limbs. some are still in uniform, though the war that wounded them wound down a long time ago. they sweep the park for landmines. knowing nothing so nefarious could be hidden here. powerless to turn away from what they've convinced themselves might be true. willing to risk death or dismemberment for the chance to look fear in the face and tell it it's a lie. you try to imagine running fast enough to save everyone who was ever lost. you want to peel back the past with the fleetness of your feet and fall into a future worth wondering about. all you see is grass. 260923 what's it to you? who go blather from