cascades in line for memories

cascades in line for memories
- folding yesterdays
into neat bundles of children
carrying the coming
of more war
with the selling of more flags -
are spume and brutal force
lavished expressions in days
of hate and scorn

whispered into another day
one finds itself spurned
from the outcome
of yet another cold night
there are trees in conversation
mills running
just for the sake of it

soon the desperate will set sail
to the old sarcophagus
the last of their burning money
will feed unforgiving waves
with dark end shadows
finally sinking
silently



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-03-20 at 22:19

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