Society’s Humor (War)

another day
gone to ground
at the edge of existence

peculiar little liars
raising their glasses
to the slaughter
of the golden fields

familiar faces
to the eye of truth
stare at the stars
for eternity’s grace

the ones you saw
were nothing but fragments
of the great mosaic
rotating forever.

they never knew.


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