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beaten into fragments

herded into holes

chased into the inside

bending with the folds


leave me alone

I raise a stifled shout

I’m lonely and it’s dark

but dark is always better they say

when searching for an arc


a silent scream

a swallowed cough

a sneeze that never comes

a vacant breath

a heaving chest

words are never done


pressing on into the dark

to the corner of the pen

wanting to be released

but we burrow on again


we search for light

but there is none

we gasp again for air

we hold our breath

and take a break

and press on in despair


and above

the leaders celebrate

recalling days of old

singing songs

of victories won

the stories often told


but will our children have a song

will there be air to breathe

will they be able to walk tall

in the carnage we will leave


but still above

the leaders revel

and drink and loose the tongue

recalling days of old

and singing songs

of long past victories won


of stories often talked about

which will be told, and told again

to drown the stench

of recent days

and the ways of fallen men



  1. Lloyd. maybe it because of “today”, I dont really know but for some reason or another this piece hits so deeply. is it the times we’re living in do you suppose? I wonder, it makes me wonder…………….

  2. Painfully true and authentic, an honest lament and revolt heard and shared by those who in spite of suffering never retreat from the divine image stamped on our immortal humanness.

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