Thursday, August 5, 2010

The pieces falling down






The pieces falling down

I push them with the toe of my boot
Step on them
Crush them down
Watch them break into smaller pieces
Ever smaller
We are all pieces of the same thing
Broken together
Waiting for the ambush
As we climb over the top
Bracing ourselves against the wing
The explosions all around us
Breathing in the acrid smoke
This hell is our making
The future, on earth, in human form
More deceptive than we suppose
A denial of life
You oppose yourself
When you wage war against evil
To stand upon impoverished soil
Becoming the demons
Tasting the fundamental harm
Wanting to assert self
Good reasons to be in the dark
The becoming was once beckoning
It overwhelmed us
Took us by surprise
Or so we convinced ourselves
Everyone desires the basic tendency
We boil it all down to the common denominator
In between spoonfuls of pudding
The weak and mediocre
Flatter the obedient
The means of seduction
Sanctified hatred

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