What a time!

The winds blow a gale
as hearts throb strongly
in heaving chests,
and bullets, steel and lead,
take lives, as war finds its
cruel blade to slice open
innocence and leave
it for the black crows,
who eye it with their
black eye.

And we seek survival
in our own indelicate way,
skipping across stones
in the River Styx,
and running to the fields
where life lays fertile,
looking for the Elixir that
cannot be found,
and seeking in the ordinary
the arc of gods.

O come all ye faithful
and march a perfect line,
for the beat is captivating
and not far ahead,
not far at all,
you we find on this line,
paradise, and such a grand
purpose for
this unholy life,
and truth will be there
as a childhood friend,
once discovered
and then found again.

The earth is sighing,
crying, groaning, spinning
with wind and barren in the
heat of the day, witnessing
tears and fears of prophecies
that must come true,
for reputations rely on it,
in these times of change
across the world and in places
that should not be seen.

And in other places reserved,
neatly kept and preserved,
there are pretty gardens with parasols,
and strolling, they are saved from
boredom, and shielded from
concern, no trouble here
for day is day and night
is definitely night.

So it goes, goes on and on.
What a time!

 

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