Ashes of empires in the mirror as reflections inching
nearer to cracks
the cataracts you suffer solely in my omnipresence.
able-bodied residents of
the freedom to choose your misery,
to lay down your
long-held dreams and die heroes.
Kiss your children on the head, wives on the cheek and come
cross the oceans…
in service to war orchestras.
Au contraire to brotherhood, a more sinister play on siblings.
Violins left to defend against
And now that we’re alone with the corpses of self-importance, their unintimidated gaze, heaven’s blood is in the breeze and dead silence reigns supreme.
Never gonna see
home again, are we? asks my
former enemy, survivor of
but they’d never
recognize him if he could.