The desert erases regard, wind plays on.
A mirror looks back to the future which has no face.
I’m a player for the war outside.
My name has killed me, fatherland desert land, no escape.
Do not forsake me!
I’ve become the most beautiful green dress.
Maybe you would not recognize me
when the Johnnies come marching home.
– after Snow White Joins Up by Klaus Friedeberger
From Jill Jones, Fold/Unfold
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