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No One Left to Tell

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Mirrored face ~
reflected gaze

             w i z e n e d   .  .

the sight:
                        void
                  tragedy

t h e   a f t e r m a t h ’ s
               a f t e r m a t h

    desolate eyes stare
    their focus
    
      drip their orbital ooze
         to the ground below
    
t h e r e ' s   n o  g r a c e

        technology
        wrapped in theocracy

          power and its many
                        concubines

        heresy
        dogma and theory                                                                                                          fanatics and politics
                                 lunatics
                                 heretics
   

   second comings
   and prophecies
                   
               unbridled greed
               evil seed
    
    products of our collective
                                 deviance

              baked
              encased
        
    in a shell
    not adequate to the task
    of preventing such mischief
        
              exposed to
              the very weaponry
              
                                they say
        they would never use                                                                                                                                                                        

        bodies dissolved  .  .
        absorbed where they fall

             l i v e s

        jumping off
        impossible walls

          histories lost
          no one left to tell our story

              w e ’ r e   a l l   d e a d . !

              no one survives
              no one’s alive

              
      but for a solitary man
      who sits on a vacant stoop                                                                                                                                                                 
                     in the dismal grey
                       he whittles away

    
        never knowing
        that which he holds
                      in his hands
                        
   is the dross of humanity
   the remnants of his soul

        the only it . .
        he thinks he controls
        
    but that too is a mirage
    
        for
        the reality is  .  .
 

t h e r e ’ s   n o t h i n g   l e f t   .  !


               not even death
                has survived

            
           T h e   C a r n a g e


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mlowe5 says:

To the contrary, neither of us is dead! you've written, and I've read. we're still surviving the carnage! surviving, because our Ancestors live within us to echo so much to be yet said. PoetryVibe reminds us each day of the ones still left to tell ourstory's beginning, now, and where we must go on to. You just told us this, Mingoao! There are those of us who are waning on joyfully; knowing that those we've waiting for will be here. ONE. PEACE AND LOVE.
 

Mingoao says:

Thanks for the read and feedback Baba., appreciate it. -Peace

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mlowe5 says:

ONE. PEACE AND LOVE.

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