Where we keep our humanity Hermetically sealed And in the future they will come Down long google-glassed tunnels To collect artifacts Heartless facts from Our artless landmarks Blind to the act: Giving succor to the enemy Night on the battlefield when mountains Of hatred became mere Mounds over which we stumbled with gifts The weight of humanity too great Too heavy for the light of day A light used to make way for The resumption of war Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Post navigation Previous Previous post: YEAR’S ENDNext Next post: BIG PINE KEY
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