we began to believe
understand and separate these stranger days
these old wastes, wet stains of time
we rethought the patterns
rethought the words but remained the same
to tired to change
three eyeless gaze at the surrounding clouds
surrender to the love of crowds
our submission began the swift descent
How rightly concerned we were for future days
and never made it beyond the killing fields
all the professional words of the dying
we concerned ourselves with fractions of desire
a split second reenacted to stretch beyond life for the briefest of moments
victorious
and though we never heard the sound
or understood its true intention
the cracking shot rang loud and tumbling
as sanguine spilling spray hissed on cold November stone
steaming between the ghostly cracks
we gave the world
to hear the word
a limited engagement
to find life again
a hard thing to argue
a harder thing to hold....
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