Sunday, 13 November 2011

Y Brodyr.

Most of us wait because we have
                  no choice
      some of us
          never return
death from warfare
death from addiction
                    
          for years now
                we have
                 exchanged propoganda presents
                 here
                 there
                 everywhere
                 we wait for return

Some choose revelation
some simply forget
the sweetness of the world
its bitter pill,
their tears shed in ditches,
to the point of no return.

High on indelibable stamps
life now
balances
wears no uniform
ready to see, ready to bleed
a future under a cremated sun.


Survivors
             step
             away
             from
             the
             edge


abandon division, ideological tides
plant seeds across an empty sky.  



                  

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