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A publicly displayed piece to invite conversation about the outcome and purpose of warfare. Cartridge reads: "Maybe Someday,
The roots will reach beyond the surface
The grass that yearns to grow
won't be cut.
The sterile statues of our time will sink,
And when We are no longer
What shadows will we cast?
If they find our roaming planet
Will they know of our demise?
Maybe Someday,
when our treading foot stands still,
those who remain will let the metal death die, and the slaughtered seed
will grow once more."
