you have traveled so far,
wandering the earth since your
first day,
and your legs are starting to numb
but they are still filled with
purposeful, fiery ichor.
what is it that you have done?
with your terrible gnashing thrashing
flaming self?
your presence has hung over the shoulders
of humanity like a wet wool blanket,
cold and oppressive and far too heavy to shake off.
you remember so many wounds,
deep red gashes like trenches across
your checkered body.
you remember the agony
the ecstasy
the sleepless screaming nights
the pale contorted bodies of those
who have
fallen
under your eyes.
you lie awake so many nights
the scenes before you fanged
and bloody and mad.
history unwinds its bloody threads
before your very eyes,
because of your very eyes,
and you pluck and preen at the
richly coloured tapestry,
because this is your responsibility,
for you are immortal.
there are plumed helmets,
shining silver metal with red feathers
riding high,
bouncing in the wind,
and armour clanking
with the cries of every peoples killed
of every culture destroyed
as your gasping maw devours
all that lies before you.
you allow them to return in
TRIUMPH
to their cities, boasting
five thousand dead.
(important victories,
you know!)
and now you laugh with your
cold cruel hands
and rearrange a few pieces of
the chessboard;
you topple a queen,
move a king about,
sacrifice your pawns,
because
if you're immortal, you've
got to do something to pass
the time!
claymores and targes and longswords
clash and crash
and it is a pretty little game,
for you are immortal.
you have pitted families against one another
with your merciless motions
twisted actions;
countries and nations rise and fall
when you breathe your
bitter blood iron breath
onto the map of the world.
families pull apart, like
an awry string on a piece
of clothing
unravelling and unravelling until
there is naught left!
but you could still piece it together
if you were really so inclined,
and sometimes you allow for that.
sister rises against sister,
brother rises against brother,
and now we all rise against one another.
you do know that depravities are
carried out by your ruthless toying,
desires and discord players on the
blood soaked everyday stage.
yes, you're well aware that
rape and molestation
goes hand in hand with war,
because women are just as much
plunder as a fine rug or a fistful
of gold to you,
right?
the smoky metallic scent of gunpowder,
boots crunching on rock
trudging across mud
it is by your hands we have
lost friends
lost cultures
lost languages
and nameless people
faceless people
with your bloody struggles,
oh;
for you are the long miles of war,
unforgiving, unforgotten,
and hopelessly immortal.
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