Conspiracy-Grasps
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
As daily chatter is catalogued and made more menacing, government has reason to build a fortress around Feb 23 this year. A State of the Union address is in the balance. As recent events attest, there are many ways to hate and even more ways to retire that hate for another day. For some, such retention is their life's meaning. One wishes lessons could be learned by those who are addicted to history repeating itself. Reality, however, suggests that effectively renouncing hate for love is not the easiest task to accomplish. Yet, we are obliged to try. (Image by Design TAXI)
Tuesday, February 2, 2021
Conspiracy-Grasps
Archaic dirt rises
Elastic creatures all
Bend to the zone
Dodging crustaceans to come
Where once clear water flowed
A forged weapon lays dormant
Wanting its time to be the end-all
For are they not warmongers in waiting
Close at hand is the gray sun of another time
Which will once more remind us
Of gathering dust
Of warriors
Once bold to defend
Now waiting
Waiting
Black is the white that once was for many
Its color swallowed by the abyss long gone
And now the ground is quaking
The killing season’s urging complete
The eruption of hate about to become
Conspiracy-grasps seeking unearned light
Our light
Fortressed anew
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