Life from a Burial Site {2 of 5}

Caterpillar, A War Cry

{2 of 5}

 

 

Weapons of Mass Destruction,
use responsibly.
Link: Terrorism through Suffocation
{not my photo}

 

Silly poem,

    a war cry.

 

The killer

    in the mirror sees

    only one thing pure, for

    only one moment is pure:

    a smile, still.
    ... 

    ...breathe in = kill.

 

"...How much do I give back?"

Can I

    compare the reserves with suburbia, the

    camps and the highrises?

    No,

    but yes...

We are all fair game;

    “analytical minds rise high”

    their signs

    always mean to scream -

    a battle cry

    against the

    guiltless minds producing

    mindless waste and the

    guilty reaping sour goods.

"...How much did you give back?"

 

I’ll weigh

    your soul in gold,

    “hmm, what’s worth it?”

    my mind will ponder

    before crushing our spirits together when mine

    trumps yours.

I’ll throw a party on your grave -

    a celebration

    of new life on

    old land,

    newly conquered...

    harvesting life

    from a burial site.

 

"...How much did you give back?"