A war of attrition continues with death
a spy walking behind
a sense it follows a breath after the next
a shadow stretching back
to birth a battle cry,
today we win the war we lose tomorrow.
One can for a pocket full of policies lose entire families — Hell is the inability to love. We inch toward the edge endangered species wanting more than we need computers phones gold homes cars, more animal than the beasts the corporate czar global leaders give a harvest of grief the Killing Fields Rwanda Darfur Bosnia East Timor, how many holocausts before they cease — Hell is an absence of love in people who bend to hate and greed.
Death, maker of creeds and men
withering away in the end
when hymns of eternal rest and peace
pour out into the air
like smoke over Syria
heaven scorned by hells we made on earth