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the drums
doldrums of war hover
the drums doldrums of war hover
deep inside our fears' ears.
the salt-stained valleys, the crevices
beneath eyes that have dried and stare
wide, the pupils popped, dripping out of mind,
out of time to bring us riches, to bring immortal
history upon each and every one of us,
just to let us rot, so slowly in the scorching,
seething desert sun.
I see the pillars quiver under
the
weight of recklessness, like drunk
en bums we follow our leader down
piss-poor paths of solitude. And death.
just because we can in this life, does
not mean we will. the tremor of your
heart brother, I feel. every terrifying scream
of every day, in every trench where the blood
bleeds together with mud, and I long
for you, to bring you home.
the toughness of the angels,
the shards
of their wings, flutter over this great land.
Faint white feathers drifting in and out,
the Hawks picking at the brains of discontent,
the carcasses thrust overboard, sinking slowly
sanity suffers in drowning, asphyxiated sorrow.
this is you, this is me, in unsettled, deadly peace.
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